E I dreamed I saw St. Augustine A Alive as you or me E Tearing through these quarters F#/A A In the utmost misery E With a blanket underneath his arm A And a coat of solid gold E B C#m E 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