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 mem`ries 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...
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