Do not stand by my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints of snow

I am sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle Autumn rain

When you awaken in morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.