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 the pale moon is rising

and it seems 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 cloudless path is formed

look and see her how she sparkles 

it's the last unicorn



I'm alive, I'm alive



Musical Interlude



I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive