I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine

Alive as you our me

Tearing through these quarters

In the utmost misery

With a blanket underneath his arm

And coat solid gold

Searching for the very souls

Whom already had been sold

"Arise, arise," he cried so loud

With a voice without restraint

"Come out, you gifted kings and queens

And hear my sad complaint

No martyr is among you now

Whom you can call your own

Go on you way accordingly

But you know you're not alone

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine

Alive with fiery breath

I dreamed I was amongst the ones

Whom put him out to death

Oh, I awoke in anger

So alone and terrified

I put my fingers against the glass

And bowed my head and I cried