tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551496017578596917.post6820884259064462574..comments2024-03-10T13:29:29.558+01:00Comments on Theaterliebe: Das EinhornTheaterliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333141243854252378noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551496017578596917.post-85855598666528049682011-08-26T12:27:19.172+02:002011-08-26T12:27:19.172+02:00When the last eagle flies
over the last crumbling...When the last eagle flies <br />over the last crumbling mountain <br />and the last lion roars <br />at the last dusty fountain<br /><br />In the shadow of the forest <br />though she may be old and worn <br />they will stare unbelieving <br />at the last unicorn<br /><br />When the first breath of winter <br />through the flowers is icing <br />and you look to the north <br />and a pale moon is rising<br /><br />And it seems like all is dying <br />and would leave the world to mourn <br />in the distance hear the laughter <br />of the last unicorn<br /><br />I'm alive, I'm alive<br /><br />When the last moon is cast <br />over the last star of morning <br />and the future is past <br />without even a last desperate warning<br /><br />Then look into the sky where through <br />the clouds a path is formed <br />look and see her how she sparkles <br />it's the last unicorn<br /><br />I'm alive, I'm alive<br /><br />(Dewey Bunnel, Dan Peek, Gerry Beckley)Daniel Andersonnoreply@blogger.com