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Back through the years I go wondering once again |
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Back to the seasons of my youth |
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I recall a box of rags that someone gave us |
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And how my mamma put these rags to use |
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There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small |
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And I didnt have a coat and it was way down in the fall |
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Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with love |
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She made my coat of many colours, that I was so proud of |
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As she sewed she told the story from the Bible she had read |
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About a coat of many colours, joseph wore and they she said |
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Perhaps this coat will bring you, much love and happiness |
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And I just couldntwait to wear it, and mamma blessed it with a kiss |
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My coat of many colours that mamma made for me |
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Made only rags, but I wore it so proudly |
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Although we had no money. oh I was rich as I could be |
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me |
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So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes |
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In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to school |
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Just to find the others laughing and makin?fun of me |
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me |
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Oh, I couldntt understand it, for I felt I was rich |
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And I told them of the love my mamma sewed in ever stitch |
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And I told them all the story, mamma told me while she sewed |
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And how my coat of many colours is worth more than all of their clothes |
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They didnt under stand it and I tried to make them see |
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That one is only poor only if they choose to be |
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Now I know we have no money, but It as rich as I could be |
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me |
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma just made for me |
