More Info Back through the years I go wondering 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
