When the last eagle flies
over the last
crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars
at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest
though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
at the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter
through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north
and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying
and would leave
the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter
of the last unicorn
I'm alive
I'm alive
When the last moon is cast
over the last
star of morning
And the future has passed
without even a last
desperate warning
Then look into the
sky where through
the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her
how she sparkles
It's the last unicorn
I'm alive
I'm alive