"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that flow
I am the sunlight on my own grave
I am a gentle autumn rain
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
(Spoken)
Man as yet is half grown
Even his flower stem has not appeared yet
He's all leaves and roots without a sign of stem in sight
Blossoming, establishing a new pure relationship with the cosmos
It is the sign of heaven
It's the sign of the cobra
It's the sign of a man who knows himself royally
Crowned with the sun
His feet gripping the earth as he goes
We have arrived
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
I am not there I did not die."