Do not stand by 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 autumn rain.
When you awake in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand on my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die.
