Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

 

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's 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 at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.