| Lyrics: | by 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,
In 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 |
