Don't stand at my grave and cry or weep.
I am really not there. I do not sleep.
I am with you in the wind that flows,
and within the softly falling snow.
I am with you in the gentle showers of rain,
and the fields of golden grain.
I am in the early morning hush,
I am a peaceful and graceful rush.
From beautiful birds that circle in flight.
To the stars that shine in the night.
In the springtime when flowers bloom
and in the quiet of a room.
I am with you in every lovely thing.
So, do not weep, grieve or cry.
I am always with you. I did not die.