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, hear the laughter of the last unicorn
(forcefully)I'M ALIVE!! ...IM ALI---VE

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 -formed-
Look and see her, how (whispered) she sparkles, it's the last unicorn!(forcefully)I'M ALIVE!! ...IM ALI---VE

(music)

I'M ALIVE!!... I'M ALI---VE .....I'M ALIVE!! ...I'M ALI---VE ...I'M ALIVE!!...I'M ALI---VE!!