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