When I was but a boy in days of childhood I used to play 'till evening shadows come Then, winding down an old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun "Come home, come home! It's suppertime!" The shadows weave in fast! "Come home, come home! It's suppertime!" We're going home at last (Some of the fondest memories of my childhood Were woven around suppertime When mom would come the backsteps of our homeplace She'd say: "George, come on in! It's suppertime!" Oh, oh, Mother! How I'd love to hear her once more! But you know, for me Time has woven the realisation of the truth And that's even more worthy And that's when the Lord comes to the portal of GLORY And says to come on in for suppertime And we'll be gathered around the table With the LORD himself At the greatest The greatest suppertime Of the LORD.) In visions, now, I see her standing yonder And her familiar voice I hear once more The banquet table's ready up in heaven Ah, it's suppertime upon the golden shore "Come home, come home! It's suppertime!" The shadows weave in fast "Come home, come home! It's suppertime!" We're going home at last WE'RE GOING HOME