Do not stand at my grave and 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 sun on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight I am the soft star that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there; I did not die Lyrics: Mary Elizabeth Frye