Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play till the evening sun would come

Then winding down that old familiar pathway

I heard my mother call at set of 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.

Some of my fondest memories of my childhood

Are woven around suppertime

When my mother used to call

From the backsteps of the old homeplace

She said come home son it's suppertime.

Oh, what I'd have to hear that one more time

But you know time has woven a realization of truth

That is even more thrilling

And that's when we get that call from the greatest glory

To come home on suppertime

When all of God's children gather around the table

With the love of himself

And we'll celebrate the greatest suppertime of all.

Come home, come home it's suppertime

The shadows lengthen fast

Come home come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last...