America

over the last crumbling mountain,
and the last lion roars
at the last dusty fountain.
Refrain:
In the shadow of the forest,
though she may be all and one,
they would stare unbelieving
at the last unicorn.
2. Cm
When the first breath of winter
through the flowers it´s icing,
and you look to the north
and the pale moon is rising.
Refrain:
And it seems like all is dying
and would leave the world no more.
In the distance hear the laughter
of the last unicorn:
I´m alive! I´m alive!
3. Cm
When the last moon is cast
over the last star of morning,
and the future has passed
without even a last desperate warning.
Refrain:
Then look into the sky where through
the clouds of pact is born.
Look and see her how she sparkles:
She´s the last unicorn.
I´m alive! I´m alive!