The gilded wheel spinning in the sun spiral

And the flash of a thousand star light on hub and hilt

And bridle gilt.

Red robed, yellow robed, robed in gold

Smiling in the trumpets, hands raised

Son of the Morning, Child of the dawn.

In the light splendored road of the cosmos’ early light

With the wild eyes flashing and the head held high

The screaming of the voices of wild delight.

Red robed, yellow robed, robed in gold

He comes and his army trails behind

In the flash of the brazen and jeweled line

Proud on the dais with his arms held high

A billion voices fill the sky

For the might and the glory

And the trumpeter’s cry

For the one who stands while the others bow

To The One who comes to the dais now

Draped in white enwrapped in light

With the princes on his left and the Firstborn on his right.