I am not there
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 softly fallen snow,
sun light on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the love of a friend,
The song that will never end
So don´t stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there;
I have not left.