Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, no, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, no, I am alive
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
I am the quiet morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the bird in gentle flight
I am the star that shines at night
Poem: Attributed to Mary E Frye 1905 – 2004
Adapted Lyrics & Music: Tom Read