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.

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