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 colours
Some of them were small
I didn't have a coat
It was way down in the fall
Momma 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 the 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
I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colours
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 colours
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
And holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colours
Well I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colours
That momma made for me

And oh, I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colours
Was worth more than all their clothes

They didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if one choose to be
I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours
My momma made for me

Oh I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours
My momma made for me