Текст: Alabama. Songs of Inspiration II. Suppertime.

Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows would come
Then winding down that old familiar pathway
I heard my mother call at setting sun

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

Spoken:
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around supper time
When mother used to call from the back steps
Of the old home place
Come on home, son, it's supper time
Oh, how I'd love to hear those words once more
But you know for me time has woven for me
A realization of truth that's even more thrilling
That when the call from the portals of glory
To come on home, it's supper time

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
We're going home at last

Spoken:
When all of Gods children shall gather round the table
With the Lord, Himself
At the greatest supper time of them all