Do not stand at 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

When you wake in 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 cry, I am not there I did not die

I am the song that will never end, I am the love of family and friend

I am the child who has come to rest, in the arms of the father who knows him best.

When you see the sunset fair, I am the scented evening air

I am the joy of a task well done, I am the glow of the setting sun.

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.