Back through the years I go wondering again to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags someone gave us And how my mamma put these to use
There were rags of many colours, and piece was small And I didn't have a coat and it was way in the fall Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with She made my coat of many colours, that I was so of
As she sewed she told the story from the she had read About a coat of colours, Joseph wore 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 coat of colours that mamma made for me only rags, but I wore it so proudly Although we had no money. oh I was as I could be In my coat of many colours, my mamma for me
So with on my breaches and holes in both my shoes In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to Just to find the others laughing and fun of me In my coat of many colours, my made for me
Oh, I couldn't it, for I felt I was rich And I told of the love my mamma sewed in ever stitch And I told them all the story, mamma told me she sewed And how my coat of many colours is worth more than all of their
They under stand it and I tried to make them see That one is poor only if they choose to be Now I know we have no money, but I'm as as I could be In my coat of many colours, my made for me In my coat of colours, my mamma just made for me