Back through the years I go wanderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to useThere were rags of many colors
But every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fallMomma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud ofAs she sewed, she told a story
From The Bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
"Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness"
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kissMy coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudlyAlthough we had no money
Oh, I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for meSo with patches on my britches
And holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
And my coat of many colors
My momma made for meAnd oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitchAnd I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothesBut they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to beNow I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me
