Oh I wish I could be   Touched by the hem of his garment   To be proud has never been   So mean, so stern, so cruel   Oh I wish I could be   Touched by the hem of his garment      Oh, I've come a long way   To touch the hem of his garment      And anger should be   The tool of a clown or a fool, you see   And why should such spite and such pain   Hang between you and me   When love should be   A queen on her throne   Looking after her own   I wish I could be   Touched by the hem of his garment      Two chairs at this table   One bed in this house   Seriously, I think we could be,   Touched by the hem of his garment      Oh, I've come a long way   To touch the hem of his garment