Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift up lifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift up lifting rush
birds in circled flight
stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die