Текст песни: Home For Supper + перевод

Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son?

Mama call me home for supper when it’s done

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

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