Do not stand by my grave and weep Do not stand by my grave and weep Do not stand by my grave and weep I am not there ... I do not sleep... I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glint on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain... And when you wake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in cricling flight I am the soft starlight at night... Do not stand at my grave and cry Do not stand at my grave and cry Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there ... I did not die... I am not there ... I did not die...