Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 in snow.

I am the sunlight and ripened grain,

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.