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 glint 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 awake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep
