I go wandering once again
Back through the seasons of my youth
And how my mama put the rags to use
They were rags of many colors
and every piece was small
and it was way down in the fall
mama sewed the rags together
so in every piece with love
she made my coat of many colors
that I was so proud of as she sewed
she told the 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
I just couldn't wait to wear it
mama blessed it with a kiss
but I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors,
Sewed patches on my breeches,
and holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors,
laughing and making fun of me
In my coat of many colors,
Oh, and I didn't understand it,
And I told them all the love
my mama sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the stories
Mama told me while she sewed
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
And my coat of many colors