(Ira P. Stanphill)      (Sang)   Many years ago in days of childhood   I used to play till evenin' shadows come   Then windin' down that old familiar pathway   I heard 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.      (Spoken)   Some of the fondest memories of my childhood   Were woven around suppertime   When my mother used to call    From the backsteps of the old homeplace   Come on home now son it's suppertime.    Ahhhh, but I'd loved to hear that once more   But you know for me time has woven the realization of   The truth that's even more thrilling and that's when   The call come up from the portals of glory   To come home for it's suppertime when all   Gods children shall gather around the table of the Lord   Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all.      (Sang)   Come home, come home it's suppertime   The shadows lengthen fast   Come home, come home it's suppertime   We're going home at last...