Текст: Smokey River Boys. Suppertime.

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

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

One day beside her bedside I was kneeling
And angel wings were winnowing the air
She heard the call for suppertime in heaven
And now I know she's waiting for me there

Come home, come home, its suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're goin' 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
And it's suppertime upon the golden shores

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

Mom, it won't be long now
We'll have suppertime together