Suppertime- Classic

Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows came Then winding down an old familiar pathway I hear my mother call at setting 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 Through the distant clouds I see my mother Her face is shining bright, with tender love She's gone up in heaven, with her maker And I can still hear her voice, from up above (and she said) Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last