Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I'm not there. I do not sleep.
I'm a thousand winds that blow.
I'm a diamond glint of snow.
I'm the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush.
I'm the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I'm the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I'm not there... Idid not die.