Come home, It's Supper Time

When I was but a boy in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows came, Then winding down an old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun:

One day beside her bedside I was kneeling And angel wings were winnowing the air. She heard the call for Supper Time in heaven, And now I know she's waiting for me there.

In visions now I see her standing yonder And her familiar voice I hear once more, The banquet table's ready up in heaven, It's supper time upon the golden shore.

Come home, come home, it's supper time, The shadows lengthen fast; Come home, come home it's supper time; We're going home at last.