When I was but a boy in days of childhood
I used to play ′til evening shadows come
Then winding down an old familiar pathway (sing it, George)
I heard my mother call at set of sun

"Come home, come home, it's suppertime"
The shadows weave in fast
"Come home, come home, it′s suppertime"
We're going home at last (sing it, George)

Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When mom would come to the back steps of the home place
And she'd say, "George, come on in, it′s suppertime"
Oh, oh, mother, how I′d love to hear that one more time
But you know, for me time has woven the realisation of the truth
And that's when the Lord comes to the portal of glory
And says to come on in for suppertime
And we′ll be gathered around the table with the Lord Himself
At the greatest suppertime with the Lord

Vision is now, I see her standing yonder
And her familiar voice I hear once more
The banquet table's ready up in Heaven
Oh, it′s suppertime upon the golden shore

Come home, come home, it's suppertime
The shadows weave in fast
Come home, come home, it′s suppertime
We're going home at last

We're going home
Yeah, we′re going home
You know, to some of you I′ve got a lot of days behind me than I have ahead of me
And I know that, but I also know this
Should the master return tonight, I'm packed all ready to go
Bill got my house all in order
Yeah, I′m going home someday

Writer(s): Ira F. Stanphill<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com