Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there,I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there,I do not sleep.
When you wake in the mornings bush,
I am the swift uplifting 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 do not sleep.