Kenny Loggins

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 throught 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 :|

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future is past, without even a last desparate warning
[Then] Look into the sky where through the cloudes a path is formed
Look and see her how she [sparkles/shivers], it's the last unicorn
|: I'm alive :|

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