We were visited last evening



By a servant of the day



He had travelled miles on horseback



To scout his master's way







And he only had a moment



To warm his frozen hands



And though he needed food and rest



He told us of his land







And all too soon



He had to leave



Else sleep might block his way



And so he thanked us both, and saddled up



And softly rode away







And I thought I caught a glimpse of sun in his eye



And wheatfield in his smile



And I couldn't help but a-thinking



They would follow in a while