A soft glance over a tense shoulder
As we wind through a new dell.
A brief frown from a dirty face
Before telling me all is well.
He's tired yet stands so straight
As we round another bend.
He'd never let me see
That our food is near its end.
The skies are dark, the day is cold
And it may just rain once more.
He's come so far, seen so much,
Of evil we can’t ignore.
Then while I rest and eat a bit
He's scouting out the land.
Yet when I wake from fitful sleep
He's there with a helping hand.
Just one more hill, another vale
And then we'll rest a while,
But I would give all I have
To see poor Sam's smile.