Oh I wish I could be    Touched by the hem of his garment    to be proud has never been    so mean, so stern, so crual    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 yhou 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