Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows come
Then winding down an old familiar pathway
I heard my mother call at set of sun

Come home, come home, it's suppertime
The shadows length in fast
Come home, come home, it's suppertime
We're going home at last

Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When Mom used to call
From the backsteps of the old homeplace
"Come on home, son, it's suppertime"
Ah, but how I love to hear her voice once more
But for me, time has woven the realization
Of a truth that's even more thrilling
And that's when the call comes
From the portals of glory
To come on home, for it's suppertime
When all of God's children
Shall gather around the table with the Lord himself
And the greatest suppertime of them all

In visions now, I see her stand yonder
And her familiar voice I hear once more
The banquet table's ready up in heaven
It's suppertime around that golden shore

Come home, come home, it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home, it's suppertime
We're going home at last

Come home, come home, it's suppertime
We're going home at last