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 of path is formed  Look and see her how she sparkles   It's the last unicorn.     I'm alive, I'm alive