The Last Unicorn - Im Alive * 2009

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 the
pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and
would leave the world to mourn
In the distance, her 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 past 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...