Back through the years I go wondering once again Back to the seasons of my/ youth I re/call a box of rags that someone gave us And how my mamma put these rags to/ use There were/ rags of many coloursand every piece was small And I didn’t have a coat and it was/ way down in the fall Mamma/ sewed the rags togethersewing/ every piece with love She made my/ coat of many coloursthat/ I was so proud of As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read About a coat of many colours Joseph/ wore and then she said Per/haps this coat will bring you good/luck and happiness And I just could/n’t wait to wear it And mamma/ blessed it with a kiss My. coat of many colours that/ my mamma made for me Made only from ragsbut I/ wore it so proud/ly Al/though we had no money.oh I/ was rich as I could be In my/ coat of many coloursmy/ mamma made for me (CHANGE CORDS HERE) So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes In my coat of many coloursI/ hurried off to school Just to/ find the others laughing and mak/in’ fun of me In my/ coat of many coloursmy/ mamma made for/ me OhI couldn’t understand itfor I felt I was rich And I told them of the love my mamma/ sewed in ever stitch And I/ told them all the story mamma/ told me while she sewed And how my/ coat of many colours was worth/ more than all of their clothes They/ didn’t under stand 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 moneybut I was as/ rich as I could be In my/ coat of many colours my/ mamma made for me Made just for me.....