I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine

Alive as you or me

Tearing through these quarters in

The utmost misery

With a blanket underneath his arm

And a coat of solid gold

Searching for the very souls

Already have been sold

"Arise, arise", he cried so loud

In 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

So go on your way accordingly

But know you're not alone"

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine

Alive with fiery breath

I dreamed I was amongst the ones

That 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 cried