Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
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 autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
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 autumn rain.
Gentle birds in circling flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Oh do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
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 autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep...
