The Vision Of Peregrine Worsthorne

In Fleet Street I lay down to sleep In the seediest journalist bar And in my sleep a vision I dreamed From afar In celestial mist made of light An angel that blinds mortal eyes 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 to free And if you want to sever the tea (?) Oh baby Peregrine is 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 be bold For wisdom that's weight out of old (?) Could will if it was spread among men Once again The vision departed me then And I awoke cold and distant I knew my mission