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 a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift upflinging rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry...
I am not there. I did not die.
I live with the Risen Lord.
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 a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift upflinging rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry...
I am not there. I did not die.
I live with the Risen Lord.
