Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play
Till evening shadows come
Then winding down that old familiar pathway
I heard my mother call
At set of 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 memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the backsteps of the old homeplace
"Come on home now, son
It's suppertime"
Ah, but I'd loved to hear that once more
But you know for me
Time has woven the realization of the truth
That's even more thrilling
And that's when the call come up
From the portals of glory
To come home
For it's suppertime
When all God's children
Shall gather around the table
Of the Lord Himself
And the greatest suppertime of them all
Come home
Come home, it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home
Come home, it's suppertime
We're going home
At last