Groove Coverage - Last unicorn

Verse 1
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 all and one,
They would stare unbelieving at the
last Unicorn.

Verse 2
When the first breath of winter
through their flowers it's 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