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