Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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