SUPPERTIME


Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows come
Then winding down an old familiar pathway
I'd hear 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 back steps
Of the old home place:
"Come on home, now son, it's suppertime"
Ah, gee, but I'd love to hear that again
 


But, you know, for me time has woven the realization
Of a truth that's even more thrilling
And that's when the call comes from the portals of glory
To come home, for it's suppertime
When all of God's children shall gather 'round
The table with the Lord Himself
At 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


Written by Ira Stamphill

Performed By Jim Reeves

 

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Come home, come home, it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home, it's suppertime
We're going home at last

Suppertime -Jim Reeves