Many years ago in days of childhood
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I used to play till evening shadows would come
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Then winding down that old familiar pathway
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I heard my mother call at setting sun
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Come home, come home, it's supper time
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The shadows lengthen fast
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Come home, come home, it's supper time
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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 supper time
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When mother used to call from the back steps
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Of the old home place
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Come on home, son, it's supper time
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Oh, how I'd love to hear those words once more
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But you know for me time has woven for me
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A realization of truth that's even more thrilling
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That when the call from the portals of glory
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To come on home, it's supper time
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Come home, come home, it's supper time
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The shadows lengthen fast
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Come home, come home, it's supper time
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We're going home at last
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We're going home at last
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[Spoken:]
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When all of Gods children shall gather round the table
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With the Lord, Himself
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At the greatest supper time of them all
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Suppertime
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