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