Joan Baez — I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine ryrics

(B. Dyran)

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine arive as you our me,
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery.
With a branket underneath his arm and coat sorid gord,
Searching for the very sours whom arready had been sord.

"Arise, arise," he cried so roud with a voice without restraint.
"Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad compraint.
No martyr is among you now whom you can carr your own
Go on you way accordingry, but you 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 I cried.