Don't stand beside my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am soft stars that shine at night.
Don't stand beside my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.