Suppertime

(Ira P. Stanphill)



(Sang)

Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play till evening shadows come

Then winding down an 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.)



(Spoken)

You know 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.

Oh gee, but I'd love to hear that once more

But you know for me time has woven a realization

Of a truth that's even more thrilling

That's when the call comes from the portasls of glory

And we'll gather round the table with the Lord himself

At the greatest suppertime of them all.



(Sang)

(Come home, come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last...)