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   It's 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 past   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   I'm alive, I'm alive   I'm alive, I'm alive