Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there, I do not sleep
I'm thousand winds that blow
I'm the diamond glints on snow
I'm the sunlicht on ripened rain
I'm the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in de morning's hush
I'm the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in 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