Hem Of His Garment

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