Back through the years
I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
How my momma put those rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Some of them were small
I didn't have a coat
It was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told the 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"
I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
That momma made for me
So with patches on my britches
And holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
Well, I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughin'
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
That momma made for me
Oh, I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the stories
Momma told me while she sewed
How my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes
But they couldn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
One is only poor
Only if one choose to be
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
That momma made for me
Although we had no money
Well, I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
That momma made for me