136. Come home, It's Supper Time

1. When I was but a boy in days of childhood

   I used to play till evening shadows came,

   Then winding down an old familiar pathway

   I heard my mother call at set of sun:

   Come home, come home, it's supper time,

   The shadows lengthen fast;

   Come home, come home it's supper time;

   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 Supper Time 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 supper time upon the golden shore.