Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play till evening time would come

Still winding down that old familiar pathway

I hear my mother call at setting sun

Come home, come home it's suppertime

The shadows lengthen so fast

Come home, come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last

Some of the fondest memories of my childhood

Are woven around suppertime

When mother used to call from the back steps

Of the old home place

Come on home now son, it's suppertime

My how I'd love to hear that once again

But you know the time has woven for me the realization

Of a truth that's even more thrilling

That someday we'll be called to gather

Around the great supper table up there

For the greatest suppertime of them all, with our Lord

I can almost hear the call now comin' from the portals of Heaven

Come home son, it's suppertime

Come home, come home it's suppertime

The shadows lengthen fast

Come home, come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last