We were visited last evening   By a servant of the day   He had traveled 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 caught a glimpse of sun in his eye   And a wheat field in his smile   And I couldn't help but a-thinking   They would follow in a while