[Sang]
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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...
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Suppertime
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| Jim Reeves |
