Back through the years I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rag that someone gave us
And how my mama put the rags to use
There were rags of many colours and every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall
Mama 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 a Bible she had read about a coat of many colours 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 as 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 but I was rich as I could be in my coat of many colours that my mama made for me
So with patches on my bridges and hole in both my shoes in my coat of many colours I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing and making fun of me and my coat of many colours my mama made for me
Although I couldn't understand it for I felt I was rich and I told them all the love my mama sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the story mama told me while she sewed
And my coat of many colours was worth more than all their cloth
But the didn't understand it and I tried to make them see
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 colours my mama made for me
Made just for me

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