Verse 1

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 all and one
They would stare unbelieving at the last Unicorn

Verse 2

When the first breath of winter through their flowers it's 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 more
In the distance hear the laughter of the last Unicorn