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