Suppertime

(Ira P. Stanphill)



(Come home, come home, it's suppertime.)



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

Are woven around suppertime when mama used to call

From the backsteps of the old homeplace

Come on home, now Billy it's suppertime.

My how I'd love to hear that once again

But you know for me time has woven

A realization of a truth that's even more thrilling

And that is that someday

The call comes from the portals of Glory

Come home, for it's suppertime

And we'll join 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...