Last Unicorn America
When the l[Cm]ast eagle flies
over the [Abmaj7]last crumbling [Bb/Ab]mountain,
and the [Cm]last lion roars
at the [Abmaj7]last dusty [Bb/Ab]fountain.
In the [Cm]shadow of the [Eb/G]forest,
though she [Abmaj7]may be all and [Eb/G]one,
they would [Fm7]stare unbeli[Gm7]eving
at the [Abmaj7]last unic[Bbsus4]orn. [Bb]
I'm [Eb]alive[Cm]! I'm [Ab]aliv[Bb]e! [Cm]
2.
When the [Cm]first breath of winter
through the f[Abmaj7]lowers it's [Eb/G]icing,
and you [Cm]look to the north
and the [Abmaj7]pale moon is [Eb/G]rising.
And it [Cm]seems like all is [Eb/G]dying
and would [Abmaj7]leave the world [Eb/G]no more.
In the [Fm7]distance hear the [Gm7]laughter
of the [Abmaj7]last uni[Bbsus4]corn: [Bb]
I'm [Eb]alive[Cm]! I'm [Ab]aliv[Bb]e! [Cm]
3.
When the [Cm]last moon is cast
over the [Abmaj7]last star of [Eb/G]morning,
and the [Cm]future has passed
without even a [Abmaj7]last desperate [Eb/G]warning.
Then [Cm]look into the sky [Eb/G]where through
the [Abmaj7]clouds of pact is [Eb/G]born.
Look and [Fm7]see her how she [Gm7]sparkles:
She's the [Abmaj7]last uni[Bbsus4]corn. [Bb]
I'm [Eb]alive[Cm]! I'm [Ab]aliv[Bb]e! [Cm]
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