Tytuł: I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine

• Wykonawca: Bob Dylan
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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
  With 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.