Suppertime
(Johnny Cash)

Many years ago in my days of childhood
I used to play till evening time would come
Till winding down that old familiar pathway
I heard 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 the realization
of a truth that's even more thrilling
That someday we'll be gathered
around that great suppertable 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 on home, son, it's suppertime'

'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