Back through the years I go wandering once again
back through the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
and how my mama put the rags to use

There were rags of many colors, 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, sewin 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 hapiness"
And I just couldn't wait to wear it and mama blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors 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 colors, my mama made for me

So 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
In my coat of many colors, my mama made for me

And I just couldn't understand it, for I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love my mama sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the stories, mama told me while 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
Now I know we had no money, I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors, my mama made for me

Made just for me.