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, Ive 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, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment

Written by d. armstrong, r. armstrong, sister bliss, dave randall & maxi jazz

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