Words and music by: Ira F. Stanphill

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1. Many years ago 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 lengthen fast.
Come home, come home it's suppertime,
We're going home at last.

2. One day beside her bedside I was kneeling
And angel wings were winnowing the air.
She heard the call for suppertime in Heaven
And now I know she's waiting for me there.


3. In visions now I see her standing yonder
And her familiar voice I hear once more.
The banquet table's ready up in Heaven,
It's suppertime upon the golden shore.


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