When the first breath of winter
through the flowers is icing
and you look to the north
and the pale moon is rising
and 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,
I'm alive

When the last moon is cast
over the last star of morning
and the future has passed
without even a last desperate warning
then look into the sky where through
the clouds have had their sport
Look and see her as she sparkles
she's the Last Unicorn

I'm alive,
I'm alive