Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

I'm in a thousand winds that blow

I'm in the softly falling snow

I'm in the gentle showers of rain

I'm in the fields of ripening grain

I'm in the morning hush

I'm in the graceful rush

Of birds in circling flight

I'm in the starshine of the night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I'm not there, no I don't die

I'm in the flowers that bloom

I'm in a quiet room

I'm in the birds that sing

I'm in each and every lovely thing

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I'm not there, no I don't sleep

I don't sleep, no no

I'm in a thousand winds that blow

I'm in the softly falling snow

I'm in the gentle showers of rain

I'm in the fields of ripening grain

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I'm not there, no I don't sleep

I don't sleep, oh no no no

I don't sleep