Standard Tuning
[Dbm] [B] [Dbm]
e|------0---------------------------------------------------4------|
B|--2-4-2--4--2---2----0-4-2------0-4-2----------------------------|
G|------1--2--2----------------------------4--4---1-1--------------|
D|----------------2----------2--4-------4-------4---2--2----1------|
A|------4--4--4---4--4-------4--2-------2-----------------------4--|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
When the [Dbm]last eagle flies, over the l[A]ast crumbling mou[B]ntain
And the [Dbm]last lion roars, at the l[A]ast dusty fou[B]ntain
In the [Dbm]shadow of the [Abm]forest, though she [A]may be old and [E]worn
They will [Abm]stare unbeli[A]eving
At the Last Uni[B]corn
When the [Dbm]first breath of winter, through the [A]flowers is [B]icing
And you [Dbm]look to the north, where the [A]pale moon is [B]rising
And it [Dbm]seems like all is [Abm]dying, and would [A]leave the world to [E]mourn
In the [Dbm]distance hear the [Abm]laughter
Of the [A]Last Uni[B]corn
I'm al[E]ive [Dbm]
I'm al[A]iv[B]e[Dbm]
[Abm] [A] [B]
When the [Dbm]last moon is cast, over the [A]last star of [B]morning
And the [Dbm]future has past, without even a [A]last desperate [B]warning
Then [Dbm]look into the [Abm]sky where through, the [A]clouds a path is [E]torn
Look and [Dbm]see her how she [Abm]sparkles, it's the [A]Last Uni[B]corn
I'm al[E]ive [Dbm]
I'm al[A]iv[B]e![Dbm]
[Abm] [A] [B]
[Dbm] [Abm] [A] [B]
[Dbm] [B] [Dbm]
e|------0---------------------------------------------------4------|
B|--2-4-2--4--2---2----0-4-2------0-4-2----------------------------|
G|------1--2--2----------------------------4--4---1-1--------------|
D|----------------2----------2--4-------4-------4---2--2----1------|
A|------4--4--4---4--4-------4--2-------2-----------------------4--|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
When the [Dbm]last eagle flies, over the l[A]ast crumbling mou[B]ntain
And the [Dbm]last lion roars, at the l[A]ast dusty fou[B]ntain
In the [Dbm]shadow of the [Abm]forest, though she [A]may be old and [E]worn
They will [Abm]stare unbeli[A]eving
At the Last Uni[B]corn
When the [Dbm]first breath of winter, through the [A]flowers is [B]icing
And you [Dbm]look to the north, where the [A]pale moon is [B]rising
And it [Dbm]seems like all is [Abm]dying, and would [A]leave the world to [E]mourn
In the [Dbm]distance hear the [Abm]laughter
Of the [A]Last Uni[B]corn
I'm al[E]ive [Dbm]
I'm al[A]iv[B]e[Dbm]
[Abm] [A] [B]
When the [Dbm]last moon is cast, over the [A]last star of [B]morning
And the [Dbm]future has past, without even a [A]last desperate [B]warning
Then [Dbm]look into the [Abm]sky where through, the [A]clouds a path is [E]torn
Look and [Dbm]see her how she [Abm]sparkles, it's the [A]Last Uni[B]corn
I'm al[E]ive [Dbm]
I'm al[A]iv[B]e![Dbm]
[Abm] [A] [B]
[Dbm] [Abm] [A] [B]
