America - The Last Unicorn

When the ^Cmlast eagle flies over the ^G#last crumbling ^Bbmountain And the ^Cmlast lion roars at the at the ^G#last dusty ^Bbfountain

in the ^Cmshadow of the ^Bbforest though she ^G#may be old and ^D#worn they will ^Fmstare unbe^Gmlieving at the ^G#last Uni^Bbcorn

When the ^Cmfirst breath of winter through the ^G#flowers is ^Bbicing and you ^Cmlook to the north and the ^G#pale moon ^Bbrising

and it ^Cmseems like all is ^Bbdying and would ^G#leave the world to ^D#mourn in the ^Fmdistance hear her ^Gmlaughter of the ^G#last Uni^Bbcorn

I’m a^D#live^Cm, I’m a^G#live^Cm Cm D# G# Bb

When the ^Cmlast moon is cast over the ^G#last star of ^Bbmorning and the ^Cmfuture is past without even a ^G#last desperate ^Bbwarning

then ^Cmlook into the ^Bbsky where through the ^G#clouds a path is ^D#formed Look and ^Fmsee her how she ^Gmsparkles it's the ^G#last Uni^Bbcorn

I’m a^D#live^Cm, I’m a^G#live^Cm Cm D# G# Bb