Suppertime
Ira Stamphill

Oh, 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 supper time.
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home it's supper time
We're going home at last.

One day beside her bedside I was kneeling.
And angel wings were winnowing the air.
She heard the call for suppertime in heaven,
And now I know she's waiting for me there.

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

In visions now I see her standing yonder,
And her familiar voice I hear once more.
The banquet table's ready up in heaven.
It is supper upon the golden throne.

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

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