Unicorn
Calling down the spirits of inspiration, wonder, and transformation.
Deep in a bog near the lowlands
hidden where no one can see,
Lies a lagoon like a mirror of great purity.
Wanderers sometimes discover
how it can wash away pain,
But they can never remember the way back again,
There she reigns...
In a half world of light all creatures kneel at her side,
And none can catch her -- the unicorn!
In old days young maidens would call him
with golden spun rope for his neck,
Sadly they'd watch his departure with tears of regret.
And even today how we need him
these times they're so tangled and torn,
Oh, for a moment of magic, a bright unicorn -- he is mourned...
In a half world of light all creatures kneel at her side,
And none can catch her -- the unicorn!
Meredith McFadden, vocal, guitar; Lori Presthus, cello; Eddy Deane, guitar
Lyrics and music, Linnea Brooks