America - The last unicorn

When the ^Cmlast eagle flies over the ^Abmaj7last crumbling ^Bb7mountain and the ^Cmlast lion roars at the ^Abmaj7last dusty ^Bb7fountain

In the ^Cmshadow of the ^Ebforest though she ^Abmaj7may be old and ^Ebworn they will ^Fm7stare unbeli^Gm7eving at the ^Abmaj7last unic^Bbsus4orn ^Bb

When the ^Cmfirst breath of winter through the f^Abmaj7lowers is ^Ebicing and you ^Cmlook to the north and a ^Abmaj7pale moon is ^Ebrising

And it ^Cmseems like all is ^Ebdying and would ^Abmaj7leave the world ^Ebto mourn In the ^Fm7distance hear the ^Gm7laughter of the ^Abmaj7last uni^Bbsus4corn ^Bb I'm ^Ebalive^Cm I'm a^Ablive^{Bb Cm}

When the ^Cmlast moon is cast over the ^Abmaj7last star of ^Ebmorning and the ^Cmfuture has passed without even a ^Abmaj7last desperate ^Ebwarning

Then ^Cmlook into the sky ^Ebwhere through the ^Abmaj7clouds a path is ^Ebformed Look and ^Fm7see her how she ^Gm7sparkles It's the ^Abmaj7last uni^Bbsus4corn ^Bb I'm ^Ebalive^Cm I'm a^Ablive^{Bb Cm}