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 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 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 Josheph 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
I Know We Had Money But I Was Rich As I Could Be In My Coat Of Many Colors
My Momma Made For Me

So With Patches On My Britiches Holes In Both My Shoes
In My Coat Of Many Colors I Hurried Off To School
Just To Find The Others Laughing And A Making Fun Of Me
In My Coat Of Many Colors My Momma Made For Me
And Oh I Couldn't Understand For I Felt I Was Rich
And I Told Them All The Love My Momma Sewed In Every Stich
And I Told Them 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 And I Tried To Make Them See
One Is Only Poor Only If They Choose To Be
Now I Know We Have No Money But I Was Rich As I Could Be
In My Coat Of Many Colors Momma Made For Me
Made Just For Me