Old There should be a horse here, in this meadow, an old horse, a bit too tired to run but who can still trot over to the fence when he sees you standing there, sugar cubes in your hand. There should be a horse, an old horse, here in this empty old meadow. For the sake of us old. On the Road On the road ahead of us, a farmer sits on his tractor, slower than the horse-drawn…...
