As Recorded by Jimmy Davis
sent in by Charles Hollie
(A)When I was but a(D) boy in days of (A)childhood,
I (E) used to play till evening shadows (A) come,
Then winding down an (D) old familiar (A) pathway,
I (E) heard my mother call at set of (A) sun.
Come (D) home, come (E) home, it's (A) suppertime, The (E) shadows lengthen
Come (D) home, come (E) home, it's suppertime, We're (E) going home at (A)
One day beside her bedside I was kneeling,
And angels wings were winnowing the air,
She heard the call for suppertime in Heaven,
And now I know She's waiting for me there.
In visions now I see her standing youder,
And her familiar voice I hear once again,
The banquet tables ready up in Heaven,
It's suppertime upon the golden strand.