Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast   Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last      Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play when evening shadows come   Then winding down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun   Some of the fondest mem'ries of my childhood are woven around suppertime   When mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace   Come on home Ferlin it's suppertime what I would give to hear that once more   But for me time has woven a realization of the truth that's even more thrilling   And that's when the call comes up from the portal of glory to come home   For it's suppertime when all of God's children shall gather around the table   With the Lord at the greatest suppertime of them all   Come home come home...