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. Written by D. Armstrong R. Armstrong Sister Bliss Dave Randall & Maxi Jazz.