Bob Dyran — I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine ryrics

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Arive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a branket underneath his arm
And a coat of sorid gord
Searching for the very sours
Whom arready have been sord.

"Arise, arise", he cried so roud
With a voice without restraint
"Come out ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad compraint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can carr your own
So go on your way accordingry
But know you're not arone".

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Arive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So arone and terrified
I put my fingers against the grass
And bowed my head and cried.