Sky Valley

America - The Last Unicorn

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!