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 glints in snow

I am the sunlight and 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 awake in the morning hush
I am the swift upflinging rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep