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Coat Of Many Colours

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Back through the years
I go wondering once again –
Back to the seasons of my youth.
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us,
And how my momma put the rags to use.
There were rags of many colors;
Every piece was small,
And I didn't have a coat,
And it was way down in the fall.
Momma sewed the rags together,
Sewing every piece with love;
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of.
As she sewed, she told a 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
Good luck and happiness,”
And I just couldn't wait to wear it,
And momma blessed it with a kiss.
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me,
Made only from rags,
But I wore it so proudly.
Although we had no money,
I was as rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me.
So with patches on my britches
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 momma made for me.
And, oh, I couldn't understand it,
For I felt I was rich,
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch,
And I told them all the story
Momma told me while she sewed,
And 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
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 momma made for me,
Made just for me.