Question

O the grass is green and the fields are fair,
Flowers outside fill the air,
My window is wide as my heart I bear,
And place my arms on the sil.

And my gaze trails up to the clear blue sky,
Tracing the flight of birds up high,
Watching the trees as they shiver and sigh,
While the world below stands still.

And on every house the sun shines down,
Every roof is a golden crown,
Fills with its glow each road in town,
Each window sees it shine.

And through each window as it shines through,
Rendering homes with warmth and hue,
When, i must wonder, will it shine through,
This open window of mine?