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 colours, 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, sewed 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. And I just couldn't wait to wear it, and mama blessed it with a kiss.My coat of many colours, that my mama made for me. Made only from rags, that I wore so proudly.Although we had no money, why I was rich as I could be. In my coat of many colours, my mama made for me.Sewed with patches on my breeches, and holes in both my shoes. In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to school.Just to find the others laughing, and making fun of me. In my coat of many colours, my mama made for me.And all I couldn't understand it, for I felt I was rich. And I told about the love my mama sewed in every stitch.And I told them all the story, mama 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. 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 colours, my mama made for me.Made to spoil me.