Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows came

Then winding down an old familiar pathway I hear my mother call at setting sun

Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast

Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last

Through the distant clouds I see my mother

Her face is shining bright, with tender love

She's gone up in heaven, with her maker

And I can still hear her voice, from up above

(and she said)

Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast

Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last