When colorful leaves from above do descend br When those first snowflakes of winter fill the sky br When plants come to life upon getting rain on which they depend br When comes scorching heat I love so dear that makes others sigh br That is when I long for home the most br br When I read the Psalms, Scripture songs heaven-sent br When in trials and troubles I feel the hand of God upon my shoulder br When time in most deep and heartfelt prayer is being spent br When the sun is almost set and God paints the clouds a color much golder br That is when I long for Home the most.