Cayce: When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling montains And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain. In the shadows of the forest though she may be old and worn They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn.
Richie: When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing And you look to the norht and a pale moon is rising And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn In the distans hear the laughter of the last unicorn.
US5: I'm alive I'm alive no no no
Jay: When the last moon is cast over the last stars 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.
Cayce: I'm alive I'm aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.