Тональность: Eb major
Verse 1
F#
B
C#
Come home, come home,
F#
it's supper time.
G#m
C#
F#
B
We're going home at last.
F#
Home.
B
Bm
Many years ago,
F#
A#m
C#
in days of childhood,
F#
I used to play until the set ting of the sun
B
For we yondered down an
F#
old familiar pathway
C#
I'd hear my mother call
G#m
F#
when day was done
B
F#
B
C#
Come home, come home,
C#
A#m
G#m
The shadows lengthen
C#
A#m
F#
fast
B
C#
Come home, come home,
G#m
C#
We're going home at
F#
B
F#
C#
F#
B
last
C#
You know, neighbors, I just imagine
F#
that a lot of you folks are listening to this song now are grown people,
A#m
G#m
both men and women.
C#
F#
An d I know that you folks
like to reminisce at times,
as I have many times,
B
C#
about my childhood.
F#
And one of the most pleasant memories
of my childhood past
G#m
C#
F#
was when my mother used to come to the back of the steps of the old home place and say,
C#
F#
B
come on home, son. It's suppertime.
F#
time has woven the realization now,
the truth that's even far
A#m
more thrilling.
C#
And that's when someone shall call,
F#
and all of God's children
shall go home
B
where it will be suppertime.
C#
F#
with God around the great white table,
Outro 1
certainly the greatest of them all.
G#m
C#
F#
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