Come Home It's Suppertime
When I was but a boy in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows come
Then winding down an ole familiar pathway
I heard my Mother call at set of sun
Come home, come home, it's supper time
The shadows are lengthing fair
Come home, come home, it's supper time
We're going home, at last
One day beside her bedside, I was kneeling
An angel wings waving through the air
She heard the call a couple times in Heaven
And now I know she is waiting for me there
Come home, come home, it's supper time
The shadows are lengthing fair
Come home, come home, it's supper time
We're going home, at last
In visions now I see her standing yonder
And her familiar voice, I hear, once more
The banquet table ready, up in Heaven
It's supper time upon that golden shore
Come home, come home, it's supper time
The shadows are lengthing fair
Come home, come home, it's supper time
We're going home, at last
We're going home, at last
