Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there.  I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint in snow
I am the sunlight glint on 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 on my grave and weep.