Suppertime - Conway Twitty

Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play till evenin' shadows come

Then windin' down that old familiar pathway

I’d hear 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…