Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and sigh
I am not here.
Do not cry.
I am a thousand winds
that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.
When you wake from sleep
in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and sigh
I am not here.
Do not cry.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and sigh
I am not here.
Do not cry.
I am a thousand winds
that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.
When you wake from sleep
in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and sigh
I am not here.
Do not cry.