Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave And weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. When you waken in the Morning's hush, I am the Swift uplifting rush. I am a thousand winds That blow. I am the diamond glints on Snow. I am the sunlight on ripened Grain. I am the gentle autumn Rain. Do not stand at my grave And weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. When you waken in the morning's Hush, I am the swift Uplifting rush. I am a thousand winds That blow. I am the diamond glints On snow. I am the sunlight on ripened Grain. I am the gentle autumn Rain. Of gentle birds in Circling flight. I am the soft star that shines At night. Oh, do not stand at my grave And cry. I am not there. I did not Die. I am a thousand winds That blow. I am the diamond glints On snow. I am the sunlight on Ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the thousand winds that Blow. I am the diamond Glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened Grain. I am the gentle autumn Rain. Do not stand at my grave And weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.