Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows would come
Then winding down that old familiar pathway

I heard my mother call at setting 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


Spoken:
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood

Were woven around supper time
When mother used to call from the back steps
Of the old home place

Come on home, son, it's supper time
Oh, how I'd love to hear those words once more
But you know for me time has woven for me

A realization of truth that's even more thrilling
That when the call from the portals of glory
To come on home, it's supper time


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


Spoken:
When all of Gods children shall gather round the table

With the Lord, Himself
At the greatest supper time of them all