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VERSE ONE
I remember as a child
Playing all day in the trees
My brother and my sister
Scraping knees and being free
Without a care or worry
Running all over the woods
We were never in a hurry
We didn't know it, but life was good
Mama'd step onto the back porch
When the sun would start to set
And with all the voice she had
Here's what she said:
CHORUS
Y'all come on to the house
The day is getting late
The storms are rolling in
And it's best that you not wait
Come sit down at the table
That your father has laid out
Come rest your weary head, don't be long
Y'all come on to the house
VERSE TWO
At seventeen years old
On the day that I was saved
The preacher spoke of Calvary
And the life our Savior gave
Now I can't tell you the scripture
Or much of what was said
But the Spirit, it got in me
As I reached for the Savior's hand
The preacher at the altar call
Spoke words that echoed true
And when I finally gave up
I knew what I had to do
REPEAT CHORUS
BRIDGE
Last night I dreamed a dream
There was a flash of light and everybody
screamed
Through all the terror and confusion something
gleamed
And when the trumpet blared my Lord called the
redeemed
CHORUS
Y'all come on to the house
The day is getting late
The storms are rolling in
And it's best that you not wait
Come sit down at the table
That your father has laid out
Come rest your weary head, & sing & shout
Y'all come on to the house
