Do not stand at my grave and weep
Libera


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 glint on snow,
I am the sunlight and 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 awake 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.