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, here 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...

I am the Unicorn
I am the Unicorn
for whom you seek,
My horn shall sparkle
but I am not to keep.

I am a unicorn tall and pale,
With eyes of blue and white of tale.

Silver horn with which to heel,
But I am a unicorn
and I do not feel.

Maiden listen to the call,
Of a worrier dark and tall.

Humans if they only knew,
That unicorns once flue,
And that not only Avalon
did they rule.

The mist of Avalon keep us away,
But tomorrow we will come
or maybe someday.

By Kelly Melino
from the movie
"The Last Unicorn"
Music: "The Last Unicorn"