2 acessos
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