Home for Supper

	作曲 : Sean Hoots
	Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son?
	Mama call me home for supper when it's done
	Gather round the table Midwestern middle children
	Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along
	'Cause that church choir's singing with the force of a nor'easter
	And it's a great harmonious song
	Servant
	Seated on the left side just as seated on the right
	With a great cornucopia in between
	While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes
	Lest another covet what you have seen
	Servant
	When mouths are hungry, they're singing from their stomachs
	When eyes are red, they're singing from their toes
	When lips are pursed, the kissin's sure enough a sweet thing
	Lest that puckering is evidence that something's bout to blow
	Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness
	Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along
	'Cause that church choir's a singin' with the force of a nor'easter
	And it's a great harmonious song
	Servant

	zuò qǔ : Sean Hoots
	Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son?
	Mama call me home for supper when it' s done
	Gather round the table Midwestern middle children
	Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along
	' Cause that church choir' s singing with the force of a nor' easter
	And it' s a great harmonious song
	Servant
	Seated on the left side just as seated on the right
	With a great cornucopia in between
	While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes
	Lest another covet what you have seen
	Servant
	When mouths are hungry, they' re singing from their stomachs
	When eyes are red, they' re singing from their toes
	When lips are pursed, the kissin' s sure enough a sweet thing
	Lest that puckering is evidence that something' s bout to blow
	Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness
	Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along
	' Cause that church choir' s a singin' with the force of a nor' easter
	And it' s a great harmonious song
	Servant