Back the years I go wondering once again to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of that someone gave us And how my put these rags to use
There were of many colours, and every piece was small And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing piece with love She made my coat of many colours, that I was so of
As she she told the story from the bible she had read About a coat of many colours, Joseph and they she said Perhaps this coat will you, much love and happiness And I just couldn't wait to wear it, and mamma blessed it a kiss
My of many colours that mamma made for me Made only rags, but I wore it so we had no money. oh I was rich as I could be In my of many colours, my mamma made for me
So with patches on my breaches and holes in my shoes In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to Just to the others laughing and makin' fun of me In my of many colours, my mamma made for me
Oh, I couldn't it, for I felt I was rich And I told them of the my mamma sewed in ever stitch And I told them all the story, mamma me while she sewed And how my coat of many is worth more than all of their clothes
didn't under stand it and I tried to make them see That one is poor only if they choose to be Now I we have no money, but I'm as rich as I could be In my coat of colours, my mamma made for me In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me