Suppertime — текст песни (Johnny Cash)

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...