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 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