Do not stand at my grave an weep I am not there I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am a diamond glint on the snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you waken the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds 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 Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die.