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Many years ago in days of childhood |
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I used to play till evening time would come |
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Still winding down that old familiar pathway |
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I hear my mother call at setting sun |
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Come home, come home, it's supper time |
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The shadows lengthen so fast |
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Come home, come home, it's supper time |
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We're going home at last |
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Some of the fondest memories of my childhood |
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Are woven around supper time |
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When mother used to call from |
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The back steps of the old homeplace |
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Come on home now, son, it's supper time |
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How I'd love to hear that once again |
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But you know time has woven for me a realization |
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Of a truth that's even more thrilling |
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That someday we'll be called up |
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To gather around the supper table up there |
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For the greatest supper time of them all |
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With our Lord |
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I can almost hear the call now |
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Comin' from the portals of Heaven |
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Come home son, it's supper time |
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Come home, come home, it's supper time |
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The shadows lengthen fast |
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Come home, come home, it's supper time |
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We're going home at last |
