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Suppertime - Slim Whitman-歌词

Suppertime - Slim Whitman

Written by:Traditional/Mick Lloyd

When I was just a boy in days of childhood

I used to play till evening shadows came

Then winding down an old familiar pathway

I'd hear my mother call at setting 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 supper time upon that golden shore

Come home come home it's suppertime

The shadows lengthen fast

Come home come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last

Come home come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last

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