Cat. #1569 (MFH #1033) - As sung by J.J. "Red" Curry, Fayetteville, Arkansas on August 18, 1975
VERSE 1
When I were but a boy in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows come
Winding down an ole familiar pathway
I could hear my Mother call at th set of sun
CHORUS:
Come home, come home, it's supper time
Th shadows are lengthing fair
Come home, come home, it's supper time
We're going home, at last
VERSE 2
One evening, I were kneeling by her bedside
I heard an angel fluttering in th air
Supper time is ready up in Heaven
O Lord, I know Mother's there
VERSE 3
In visions I see her standing always
Her familiar voice, I hear, once more
Supper time is ready, up in Heaven
Supper time upon th golden shore