Supper Time
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:
Chorus:
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.
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.
Back to chorus:
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 strand.
Back to chorus:
Written
by Ira Stanphill
