Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play 'til evening time would come
Still winding down that old familiar pathway
I hear my mother call at setting 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 mother used to call from the back steps of the old home place
Come on home now son, it's suppertime

My, how I'd love to hear that once again
But you know time has woven for me a realization of a truth that's even more thrilling
That someday we'll be called together around the great supper table up there
For the greatest suppertime of them all with our Lord
I can almost hear the call now coming from the portals of heaven
Come home son, it's suppertime, come on home

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