Suppertime

Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play when evening shadows come Then winding down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun 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 Ferlin it's suppertime what I would give to hear that once more But for me time has woven a realization of the truth that's even more thrilling And that's when the call comes up from the portal of glory to come home For it's suppertime when all of God's children shall gather around the table With the Lord at the greatest suppertime of them all Come home come home...