La Licorne D'Or

Will you believe me if I say
I saw the golden unicorn
She looked so sad and cold
In front of a dead branch

She told me
Look, winter's raging
If you give me your jacket
I'll show you the forest
Where the poets find their way
And she looked at me tenderly
And she looked at me tenderly

Will you believe me if I say
That back in my shelter
Was it a tear or just dew?
The flowers started to bloom

I know some little sprites
Who gave me this good advice
Just don’t refuse her anything if you want to see the sun again
And the unicorn very gently
Placed her horn on me, the child