America - Last unicorn

When the ^Amlast eagle flies over the ^Flast crumbling ^Gmountain And the ^Amlast lion roars at the ^Flast dusty ^Gfountain In the ^Amshadow of the ^Emforest, though she ^Fmay be old and ^Cworn They will ^Fstare un^Cbelieving F G n.C At the last unicorn

When the ^Amfirst breath of winter through the ^Fflowers is ^Gicing And you ^Amlook to the north and a ^Fpale moon is ^Grising And it ^Amseems like all is ^Emdying and would ^Fleave the world to ^Cmourn In the ^Fdistance hear her ^Claughter Of the ^Flast uni^Gcorn I'm aliv^Ce'^Am'''I'm a^Glive^{Am Em F G}

When the ^Amlast moon is cast over the ^Flast star of ^Gmorning And the ^Amfuture is past without even a ^Flast desperate ^Gwarning Then ^Amlook into the ^Emsky where through the ^Fclouds a path is ^Cformed Look and ^Fsee her how she ^Csparkles It's the ^Flast uni^Gcorn I'm a^Clive'^Am'''I'm a^Glive^C'''^Am7''''I'm a^Glive^{Am Em F G}