BrokenAdam
America — The Last Unicorn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGuRihrQNt8
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 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 a path is torn. Look and see her how
she sparkles, it's the last unicorn, I'm alive,
I'm alive!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGuRihrQNt8
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 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 a path is torn. Look and see her how
she sparkles, it's the last unicorn, I'm alive,
I'm alive!
