(Maxi: ...wish she wasn't mad)

Oh, I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

(Maxi: There was no fool in her dream [when] she began)

To be proud has never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel

Pauiline Taylor: Mm-hm, mm hm-hm, 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'll see

(Maxi: It's not too late)

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, this table
One bed in this house
Seriously, I think we could be, feel we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment