I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine - Bob Dylan

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

Whom already have been sold

"Arise arise" he cried so loud

With a voice without restraint

"Come out ye gifted kings and queens

And hear my sad complaint

No martyr is among ye 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

And 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