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