Do Not Stand At My Grave

Michael Stanley


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