Coat Of Many Colors

Back through the years,

I go wonderin' 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,

And every piece was small

And I didn't have a coat,

And it was way down in the fall

Momma sewed the rags together,

Sewin' every piece with love

She made a 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 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,

My momma 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 momma made for me.

And oh I couldn't understand it,

For I felt that I was rich

And I told them of the love,

My momma sewed in every stitch

And I told 'em 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 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,

But I was rich as I could be,

In my coat of many colors,

My momma made for me

Made just for me