Two men on the grass fell to talking
-Oh! The world is big!
-How big?
-Let's find out!
They took their horses and set of in opposite directions
Riding on hope and year after year they rode and rode
Beyond the northern lights where they used to go
They could no longer ride after they got old
They'll find no sign behind this honest road
Solitude makes bright what they ever were
At last each of them saw movement in the far distance
and then they smiled, and finally they met
Going back where they have started on the grass
-The world is big
-Even bigger than we thought
when we were young
And then they died
