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...