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 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 backsteps of the old homeplace

Come on home now son it's suppertime my

How I'd love to hear that once again

But you know time has woven for me a realization of truth

That's even more thrilling

That someday we'll be called up to gather

Around the suppertable 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 on home

Come home, come home