• 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 glint on snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripend grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain,
    when you wake in morning hush.
    I am te swift uplifting rush of quiet bird in circling flight.
    I am the soft starlight at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there,I do not sleep at night.