Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep
I am a thousand wind that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grau
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning is hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled fligh
I am the stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die