DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP,
FOR I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP.



I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW,
I AM THE DIMONDS GLINT ON SNOW.



I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPPENED GRAIN,
I AM THE SWEET AUTUMN'S RAIN.



WHEN YOU WAKE IN MORNINGS HUSH,
I AM THE SWEET UPLIFTING RUSH
OF BIRDS IN CIRCLE 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.