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 supper time

The shadows lengthen fast

Come home   Come home

It's supper time

We're going home at last




Recitation


Some of my fondest memories of childhood

Are woven around suppertime When Mom
 
Used to come to the backdoor of the old
 
Homeplace and say come on in  Son

It's suppertime

Oh! I'd love to hear that once more

But time has woven for me the realization

Of the truth that's even more thrilling

That's when the Lord, Himself calls

From the Portals of Glory

Come on home   It's Suppertime

And all the saints shall gather round 

God's table at that greatest

Suppertime of them all




Come home   Come home

It's supper time

The shadows lengthen fast

Come home   Come home

It's supper time

We're going home at last

We're going home at last