Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow I am the sunlight, sunlight, sunlight, sunlight, Sunlight-ripened grain I am the gentle, gentle, gentle, gentle morning rain And when you wake in the morning's hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die