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 And how my momma put the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didnt have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags together Sewing every piece with love She made my coat of many colors That I was so proud of As 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 couldnt 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 My momma 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 oh I couldnt understand it For I felt I was rich And I told them of the love My momma sewed in every stitch And I toldem all the story Momma told me while she sewed And how my coat of many colors Was worth more than all their clothes But they didnt understand it And I tried to make them see That one is only poor Only if they choose to be Now 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 Just for me
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