About The Song
Suppertime is a country song written by Ira F. Stamphill and recorded by Conway Twitty. It was released in 1973 as the second single from his album, Clinging to a Saving Hand/Steal Away. The song reached number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart and number 44 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
Conway Twitty was one of the most popular country singers of all time. He had a string of hits throughout his career, including “Hello Darlin'”, “You’ve Never Been This Far Before”, and “Don’t Take It Away”. Twitty was known for his smooth, rich voice and his romantic ballads. He was also a successful songwriter, penning many of his own hits.
Suppertime is a beautiful and heartwarming song about the simple joys of family and home. The song tells the story of a man who comes home from a long day of work to be greeted by his loving wife and children. The family sits down to a delicious supper, and the man reflects on how lucky he is to have such a loving and supportive family.
The song is full of vivid imagery and nostalgia. The lyrics paint a picture of a happy and carefree home life. The song also captures the feeling of contentment and satisfaction that comes from spending time with loved ones.
Suppertime is a timeless classic that continues to resonate with listeners of all ages. The song is a reminder of the importance of family and home. It is a song that will warm your heart and make you smile.
Here are some additional details about the song:
- The song was inspired by Stamphill’s own childhood memories of family suppers.
- The song was originally recorded by Twitty’s wife, Loretta Lynn, but it was not released until after Twitty’s death.
- The song has been covered by many other artists, including Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson, and George Strait.
Suppertime is a beautiful and heartwarming song that celebrates the simple joys of family and home. The song is a classic that will continue to be enjoyed for generations to come.
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Lyric
Many years ago in days of childhoodI used to play till evenin’ shadows come Then windin’ down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sunCome home, come home it’s suppertimeThe shadows lengthen fast Come home, come home it’s suppertime We’re going home at lastSome of the fondest memories of my childhoodWere woven around suppertime When my mother used to call From the backsteps of the old homeplaceCome on home now son it’s suppertimeAh but I’d loved to hear that once more But you know for me time has woven the realization of The truth that’s even more thrillin’ and that’s whenThe call come up from the portals of gloryTo come home for it’s suppertime when all God’s children shall gather around the table of the Lord Himself and the greatest suppertime of them allCome home, come home it’s suppertimeThe shadows lengthen fast Come home, come home it’s suppertime We’re going home at last