E 
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine 
A 
Alive as you or me 
E 
Tearing through these quarters 
G 
In the utmost misery 
E 
With a blanket underneath his arm 
A 
And a coat of solid gold 
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Searching for the very souls 
A 
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 you now 
Whom you can call your own 
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