I am a thousand winds that blow Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand wind that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grau I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning is hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled fligh I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.