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