Jim Reeves - Suppertime

^GMany years ^Cago in days of child^Ghood I ^D7used to play till evenin' shadows ^Gcome Then windin' down that ^Cold familiar ^Gpathway I'd ^D7hear my mother call at set of ^Gsun

Come ^Chome, come home it's supper^Gtime The ^D7shadows lengthen ^Gfast Come ^Chome, come home it's supper^Gtime We're ^D7going home at ^Glast

^GSome of the ^Cfondest memories of my ^Gchildhood Were ^D7woven around supper ^Gtime When my ^Cmother used to ^Gcall From the ^D7backsteps of the old homep^Glace "Come on ^D7home now son, it's supper ^Gtime" Ah, ^Gbut I'd ^Clove to hear that ^Gagain But you know for ^D7me time has woven the realizat^Gion of The truth that's even more thril^Cling and that's ^Gwhen The call ^D7come up from the portals of ^Gglory To come ^D7home, for it's supper ^Gtime When ^Gall of ^CGod's ^Gchildren Shall ^D7gather around the ^Gtable Of the ^CLord hims^Gelf And the grea^D7test supper time of them ^Gall

Come ^Chome, come home it's supper^Gtime The ^D7shadows lengthen ^Gfast Come ^Chome, come home it's supper^Gtime We're ^D7going home at ^Glast