Do Not Stand At My Grave
--words by Mary Elizabeth Frye
--music by Michael Stanley

Do not stand by my grave and weep
Do not stand by my grave and weep
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 the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain ...

And when you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in cricling flight
I am the soft starlight at night ...

Do not stand at my grave and cry
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there ... I did not die ...
I am not there ... I did not die ...