Do not stand at my grave and weep
I m not there, I do not sleep
I m a thousand winds that blow,
I m the diamond glints on snow,
I m the sunlight on ripened grain,
I m the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I m the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in the circled flight,
I m the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I m not there, I did not die