Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep' by Mary Frye, 1932.
"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 on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - in each new dawn.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I do not die.
"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 on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - in each new dawn.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I do not die.
