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 yonder
And her familiar voice I hear once more
The banquet table’s ready up in Heaven
It’s suppertime upon the golden strand

We’re going home at last