Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun and ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain when you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the Swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.