Back the years I go wondering once again Back to the of my youth I recall a box of rags that gave us And how my mamma put these to use
There rags of many colours, and every piece was small And I have a coat and it was way down in the fall Mamma sewed the rags together, ever piece with love She made my coat of colours, that I was so proud 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 will bring you, much love and happiness And I just couldn't wait to wear it, and mamma it with a kiss
My coat of many colours that 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 of many colours, my mamma made for me
So patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes In my of many colours, I hurried off to school Just to find the others and makin' fun of me In my of many colours, my mamma made for me
Oh, I couldn't understand it, for I felt I was And I told them of the love my mamma sewed in stitch And I told them all the story, told me while she sewed And how my of many colours is worth more than all of their clothes
They under stand it and I tried to make them see That one is only poor only if they 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 just made for me