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