Back through the years, I go wandering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my mama 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 Mama sewed the rags together Sewing every piece with love She made my coat of many colors That I was so proud of My coat of many colors That my mama 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 mama made for me Sewed with patches on my breeches 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 mama made for me 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 mama made for me Made just for me