The Vision Of Peregrine Worsthorne Lyrics - I Am A Wallet - Mccarthy

In Fleet Street I lay down to sleep, 

In the seediest journalists' bar. 

And in my sleep a vision I dreamed 

From afar: 

In celestial mists made of light, 

An angel that blinds mortal eye. 

This vision I knew knew no wrong: 

Only Right. 

He took my hand and showed me 

Things I'd never dreamed. 

The veil blinding me was lifted, 

And truth shone, a beacon beaming. 

The vision said softly to me, 

"The people are becoming too free. 

And if you want to serve the tea, 

Obey me. 

"Peregrine, it's looking grim. 

The economy is falling to pieces. 

It seems quite hopeless. 

"Stand steadfastly by the friendly 

In exchange with free 

Broadcast calls for order and law. 

Yet all shall be well, all shall be well." 

The Holy Ghost bid me bold: 

"For wisdom that's weighed out of old 

Could win if it was spread among men 

Once again." 

The vision departed me then. 

And I awoke cold and distant. 

I knew my mission.