Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows come
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Then winding down an old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun
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(Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast
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Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last)
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You know some of the fondest memories of my childhood were woven around suppertime
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When my mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace
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Come on home now son it's suppertime
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Oh gee but I'd love to hear that once again
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But you know for me time has woven a realization of a truth that's even more thrilling
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That's when the call comes from the portasls of glory
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And we'll gather round the table with the Lord himself
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At the greatest suppertime of them all
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(Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last)
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Suppertime
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| Porter Wagoner |
