Back through the years, I go wandering once againBack to the seasons of my youthI recall the box of rays that someone gave meAnd how my mama put the rags to useThere were rags of many colors, but every piece was smallAnd I didn't have a coat, and it was way down in the fallMama sewed the rags together, sewed every piece with loveShe made my coat of many colorsThat I was so proud ofAnd as she sewed, she told a storyFrom the Bible she'd readAbout a coat of many colorsAnd Joseph wore, and then she saidPerhaps this coat will bring youGood luck and happinessAnd I just couldn't wait to wear itAnd mama blessed it withA kissMy coat of many colorsThat my mama made for meMade from only ragsBut I wore it so proudlyAlthough we had no moneyI was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colorsMy mama made for meSo with patches on my breechesAnd holes in both my shoesIn my coat of many colorsI hurried off to schoolJust to find the others laughingAnd making fun of meIn my coat of many colorsMy mama made for meAnd oh, I couldn't understand itFor I felt that I was richAnd I told them of the loveMy mama sewed in every stitchAnd I told them of the storyMama told me why she sewedAnd how my coat of many colorsWas worth more than all their clothesAnd oh, I couldn't understand itBut they didn't understand itAnd I tried to make them seeThat one is only poorOnly if they choose to beNow I know we had no moneyBut I was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colorsMy mama made for meMade just for meMade just for meMade just for meMade just for meMade just for me