I'll tell you a tale of the unicorn,
A mythical beast with a single horn.
He has a silver coat, and from an egg he is born.
The unicorn sleeps in the trees, I'm told.
His eyes glow at night with an ice blue cold.
He purifies water, and he builds his nest out of gold.
Hooves that are made out of crystal
Gallop on pale astral planes.
Oh, the feelings are gay when the unicorns play
With the star-breeze caressing their manes.
Golden manes.
If I had my wish my friends, I would fly
To lands that are seen by that magic eye;
Where no one grows older, and no one has reason to cry.
Let's go, you and I.
Some summer night in sweet meadows,
Lit by the fireflies they prance.
Oh, maybe they'll stray where earth children are playing.
They might even join in our dance.
Magic dancing.
I'll tell you a tale of the unicorn,
A mythical beast with a single horn.
He has a silver coat, and from an egg he is born.
Gentle unicorn.
Silver unicorn.
Magic unicorn.