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

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rains.

When you waken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here, I did not die.