Ronnie Furr: Music
SUPPERTIME
(Ronnie Furr)
Suppertime
When I was but 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, it's suppertime, The shadows lengthen fast,
Come home, come home, it's suppertime, We're going home at last.
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.