Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Leah

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 uplifting rush

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