Suppertime

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

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"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

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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