| Back through the years I go wondering once again
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| Back to the seasons of my youth
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| I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my mamma put these rags to use
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| There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small
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| And I didn’t have a coat and it was way down in the fall
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| Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with love
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| She made my coat of many colours, that I was so proud of As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read
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| About a coat of many colours, Joseph wore and they she said
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| Perhaps this coat will bring you, much love and happiness
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| And I just couldn’t wait to wear it, and mamma blessed it with a kiss
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| Made only rags, but I wore it so proudly
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| Although we had no money. |
| oh I was rich as I could be In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes
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| In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to school
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| Just to find the others laughing and makin' fun of me In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me Oh, I couldn’t understand it, for I felt I was rich
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| And I told them of the love my mamma sewed in ever stitch
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| And I told them all the story, mamma told me while she sewed
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| And how my coat of many colours is worth more than all of their clothes
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| They didn’t under stand it and I tried to make them see
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| That one is only poor only if they choose to be Now I know we have no money, but I'm as rich as I could be In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me In my coat of many colours, my mamma |
| just made for me |