I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
And how my mama put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
And it was way down in the fall
Mama sewed the rags together
Sewing every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
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
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And Mama blessed it with a kiss
Although we had no money,
In my coat of many colors,
Sewed with patches on my breeches,
In my coat of many colors,
laughing and making fun of me
In my coat of many colors,
Oh, I couldn't understand it,
And I told them of the love
mama sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the story
Mama 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
Only if they choose to be
but I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors,
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