Home For Supper 歌词

Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son? Mama call me home for supper when it's done Gather round the table Midwestern middle children Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along 'Cause that church choir's singing with the force of a nor'easter And it's a great harmonious song Servant Seated on the left side just as seated on the right With a great cornucopia in between While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes Lest another covet what you have seen Servant When mouths are hungry, they're singing from their stomachs When eyes are red, they're singing from their toes When lips are pursed, the kissin's sure enough a sweet thing Lest that puckering is evidence that something's bout to blow Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along 'Cause that church choir's a singin' with the force of a nor'easter And it's a great harmonious song Servant