Do Not Stand At My Grave
Do not stand by my grave and weep
Do not stand by my grave and weep
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there ... I do not sleep...
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain...
And when you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in cricling flight
I am the soft starlight at night...
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...
Writer/s: Mary Elizabeth Frye / Michael Stanley
