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Ferlin Husky

Suppertime

 

Suppertime

(альбом: Memories Of Home - 1961)


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

Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play when evening shadows come
Then winding down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun
Some of the fondest mem'ries of my childhood are woven around suppertime
When mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace
Come on home Ferlin it's suppertime what I would give to hear that once more
But for me time has woven a realization of the truth that's even more thrilling
And that's when the call comes up from the portal of glory to come home
For it's suppertime when all of God's children shall gather around the table
With the Lord at 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

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