I do not need to travel far to view
Great masterpieces in the halls of fame
When from my window I can see anew
Each day, a living picture in its frame.
Sometimes I see the grass upon the hill
All green and glistening in the springtime's sun ...
Sometimes a meadow with a sparkling rill,
Sometimes the glory of a day that's done.
Sometimes a scene of flowers greets my eyes,
Sometimes a group of children at my gate ...
Sometimes I see the glory of the skies
With stars and moonlight--when it's very late.
Thus always through my windows, works of art,
By the great master, creator divine ...
Sometimes the beauty makes the tear drops start.
These living pictures--they are truly mine.
