Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds the blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush
quiet birds in circled flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.