Supper Time Traditional When I was just a boy in days of childhood, I used to play till evening shadows come. Then winding down an old familiar pathway, I heard my mother call at set of sun: Chorus 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. 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. Chorus Back...