Do not stand by my grave and weep for I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamonds glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain,
When you awaken in morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circle 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,
For in your heart I am still alive.
