Текст, перевод и аккорды “Suppertime”
- Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening time would come Still winding down that 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 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 now son it's suppertime my how I'd love to hear that once again But you know time has woven for me a realization of truth that's even more thrilling That someday we'll be called up to gather around the suppertable up there For the greatest suppertime of them all with our Lord I can almost hear the call now comin' from the portals of heaven Come home son it's suppertime come on home Come home come home...
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