Do not stand at my grave and weep.
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circle 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
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circle 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