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Many years ago in days of childhood |
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I used to play till evening time would come |
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Still winding down that old familiar pathway |
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I hear my mother call at setting sun"Come home, come home it's suppertime" |
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The shadows lengthen so fast"Come home, come home it's suppertime" |
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We're going home at last |
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Some of the fondest memories of my childhood |
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Are woven around suppertime |
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When mother used to call from the back steps |
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Of the old home place"Come on home now son, it's suppertime" |
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My how I'd love to hear that once again |
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But you know the time has woven for me the realization |
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Of a truth that's even more thrilling |
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That someday we'll be called to gather |
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Around the great supper table up there |
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For the greatest suppertime of them all, with our |
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LordI can almost hear the call now comin' from the portals of |
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Heaven"Come home son, it's suppertime""Come home, come home it's suppertime" |
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The shadows lengthen fast"Come home, come home it's suppertime" |
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We're going home at last |
