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 morn;

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 formed;

Look and see her,

How she sparkles,

It's the Last Unicorn...

I'm Alive!!! I'm Alive!!!