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