Back through the years
I go wonderin 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
Sewin 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 couldnt wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:
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 rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
So with patches on my britches
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 couldnt understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told em 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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/dolly_parton/coat_of_many_colors.html ]
Beautiful song dat tell u 2 be urself nd always 2 be contented wit wot we have.
by Unregistered on May 8th 2012 1:56 am
Got me thinking about my childhood.i love this song and the part that read 'one is only poor if he choose to be,i'm rich as i could be in my coat of many colour'
by Unregistered on Apr 8th 2012 7:04 pm
I was the third child and wore hand me downs until i got older and was proud to have one dress that i liked but other children made fun of me because of the red hair and freckles. We still made it though. I never gave up and always asked and keep asking for his help.
by Unregistered on Mar 17th 2012 1:37 am
My daddy use to tell me stories about when he was a boy and his mother did simular things for him and his siblings. This is as close as i can get to meeting my grandmother. I cherish her lyrics with all that i am.
by Unregistered on Jan 19th 2012 9:57 am
Hello my mom is very good to me aswell she sewed those rags ..
by Unregistered on Jan 19th 2012 2:33 am
Wow my mom just died a few days ago and im doin the same thing-gonna have a memorial and im going to perform it one last time.
Mom and i sang that song every year for the last 35 at the holidays.
Im 45 now,and i will be hard pressed to not cry every year on the holidays forever more. She is in heaven fer sher-and each year ill play it and she will hear it...
by Unregistered on Dec 23rd 2011 9:37 pm
This was my momsa very favorite song in all the world. She was born in 1935 her mom died when she was 12. We played this song once again for her as she was laid to rest. I love and miss you sooo very much moma
by Unregistered on Oct 7th 2011 7:20 pm
I believe there's a purpose in life and we should take a chance and be proud we accomplish what we are and help people who we can count on cause we should give than recieve cause we can give back to people that don't have nothing in the world