Him 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 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