Alabama - Suppertime lyrics

Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows come And then winding down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun "Come home, come home, it's suppertime The shadow's lengthen fast Come home, come home, it's suppertime We're going home at last" Some of the fondest memories of my childhood Are woven around suppertime When Mama used to call out from the back steps To the old home place, "Come on home, son, it's suppertime" Oh, how I'd love to hear those words once more But you know for me, time is woven in the realization of the truth That's even more thrilling And that's when the call comes from the portals of glory To come on home, it's suppertime "Come home, come home, it's suppertime The shadow's lengthen fast Come home, come home, it's suppertime We're going home at last, we're going home at last" When all God's children shall gather 'round the table With the Lord Himself at the greatest suppertime of them all