Last Unicorn
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell
Chorus:
Go, go, go jonny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
johnny be good
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm
Hymn of the Ancient Misanthropic Spirit of the Forest
I hover, the moon is full above
Its silvery shine reflects in the water below
The night filled air surrounds me and we two are one
I smell it with my tongue, this is how I guard my home
This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit
The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it
No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it
I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest
Once stigmatised by a sudden beam of light
A nimbus of hate protected my domain
The light fought hard but I was strong, so it tried in vain
Cast aside, forever slain, I fed well from its pain
Now in solitude I start to chant my hymn
A forest greets me so divine into its womb
A friend of theirs has died, I bury it in its tomb
And then we chant with sorrow, chanting this old tune