Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there I do not sleep 
When you waken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift [bad word] 
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 autumn rain

Gentle birds in circling flight 
I am the soft star that shines at night 
Oh do not stand at my grave and cry 
I am not there, I did not die...

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 autumn rain