When the last eagle flies
 Over the last [bad word] 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 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 formed
 Look and see her how she sparkles
 It's the last unicorn

 I'm alive
 I'm alive