Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 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 a pale moon is rising

 And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn

 In the distance hear her 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 is 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?m alive