I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive as you or me Raging through these quarters In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arms And a coat of solid gold Cryin’ for the very ones That already had been sold
'Arise, arise' he cried so loud In a voice without restraint 'Come out, you gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaintâ€
“No martyrs are among you now That you can call your own So go your way accordingly And know you're not alone'
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive with fiery breath I dreamed I was among the ones That took him out to death
Well, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified And I pressed my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried Yes, I pressed my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried