When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain
In the shadows of the forrest
Though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the last Unicorn

The last Unicorn

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 shadows of the forrest
Though she may be old and worn
In the distant hear the laughter
Of the last Unicorn