Do not stand at my grave an weep,
I am not there,I do not sleep
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
I am the swift eagle in flight,
I am the soft star that shines at night
so,do not stand at my grave an cry,
I am not there,
I did not die......
