Suppertime

Suppertime
Written by Ira Stamphill
Sung by Jim Reeves

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.

Orate:
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.