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.