Robert Charles Howard - Cahokia Solstice lyrics

At Woodhenge's sacred circle Mississipians, roused from their huts, gathered in winter's bleakness waiting for the golden crown's ascent above the solstice post. Their Solar Priest presided: explaining, blessing, interpreting, and a**uring them all that tomorrow's sun would rise slightly farther to the north. Last solstice morn at Cahokia, latter day Mississippians observed our red dwarf star as it broke the tree - clad horizon, inclined slightly to the right and soared into cold December's sky. Our Sun Priest, robed in a ranger's jacket in his own way: explained, blessed, interpreted and released us to our journeys home - a**ured that tomorrow's sun again would climb the heavens slightly farther to the north