Suppertime Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Many years ago in days of childhood 

I used to play till the evening sun would come 

Then winding down that old familiar pathway 

I heard my mother call at set of sun 

"Come home, come home it's suppertime 

The shadows lengthen fast 

Come home, come home it's suppertime 

We're going home at last" 

Some of my fondest memories of my childhood 

Are woven around suppertime 

When my mother used to call from the backsteps 

Of the old homeplace 

She said "come home, son, it's suppertime" 

Oh what I'd give to hear that one more time 

But you know time has woven a realization 

Of truth that is even more thrilling 

And that's when we get that call from the 

Greatest glory to come home on suppertime 

When all of God's children gather around 

The table with the love of himself 

And we'll celebrate the greatest suppertime of all 

Come home, come home