Тональность: Eb major•
Verse 1
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Bb
Eb
Many years
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Eb
ago,
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in days of childhood,
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Eb
I used to play till evening shadows come,
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Eb
Then winding down
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Eb
an old familiar pathway,
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Eb
I heard my mother call, and said of son,
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Abm
Come home, come home,
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Eb
The shadows lead them past
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Abm
Come home, come home,
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Eb
We're going home at last
Ab
Some of the fondest memories
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of my childhood were woven
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around suppertime
As the shadows grew long in the evening
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Bdim
and the birds started to
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wing their way home,
I knew it wouldn't be long un
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til my mom would call
from the back steps of the
old home place.
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Abm
Come on home, son, it's supper time.
Eb
Well, sir, it didn't take much persuasion
to get we hungry children
to pull in our kites,
and start for home.
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But those days are gone now,
but the memory of them begin
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to weave a truth into the water of my soul
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Abm
Ab
that is even more thrilling than the
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memory of those childhood days.
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For I'm sure, and it won't be long,
until we hear the suppertime call
Fm
Bb
from the portals of glory,
and then we'll put away
the things of this life
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as we did when we were children,
and heed the call
for the greatest suppertime
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Ab
of them all,
Abm
with all of God's children,
Outro 1
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Fm
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