Don't stand beside my
grave and weep,
For I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am a
thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I
am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's
rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am soft
stars that shine at night,
Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
I
am not there. I did not die.
We twist and turn where
angels burn
Like fallen soldiers, we will learn,
that once
forgotten, twice removed,
love will be the death of you