Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till the evening sun would come   Then winding 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      Some of my fondest memories of my childhood are woven around suppertime   When my mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace   She said come home son it's suppertime oh what I'd have to hear that one more time   But you know time has woven a realization of truth that is even more thrilling   And that's when we get that call from the greatest glory to come home on suppertime   When all of God's children gather around the table with the love of himself   And we'll celebrate the greatest suppertime of all   Come home come home...