Conway Twitty Follow

Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evenin' shadows come
Then windin' 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 the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the backsteps of the old homeplace

Come on home now son it's suppertime
Ah but I'd loved to hear that once more
But you know for me time has woven the realization of
The truth that's even more thrillin' and that's when

The call come up from the portals of glory
To come home for it's suppertime when all
God's children shall gather around the table of the Lord
Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all

Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last