Do not stand by my grave and weep,
Iam not there, I did not fall asleep. I'am a thousand winds that blow, I'am the diamond glint upon the snow. I'am the sunlight that shines upon the golden grain, I;am the warmth upon the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning don't look for me, For I'am no longer there and may never be. No longer there nor in sight,As I'am the soft glint of starshine at night. So do not stand by my grave and cry, I'am not there I did not die.