Libera - Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

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 diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.