Back true the years i go wondering once again Back true the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags someone gave us and how my mamma put the rags to use.
there were rags of many colours and every piece so small and i didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall
mamma sewed the rags together sewing every piece with love she made my coat of many colours, that i was so proud of
as she sewed she told a story from the bible she had read about a coat of many colours Yoseff 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 mama blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colours that my mama 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 colours, my mama made for me
So with patches on my britches 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 In my coat of many colors My momma made for me
And I just couldn't understand it For I felt I was rich And I told them all the love My momma sewed in every stitch And I told 'em all the storys Momma told me while she sewed And how my coat of many colors Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didn't understand it And I tried to make them see That one is only poor Only if they choose to be and I know we had no money I was rich as I could be In my coat of many colors My momma made for me Made just for me
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