a thousand winds
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on rippened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on rippened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
