Libera, Robert Prizeman & Ian Tilley
do not stand
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Do not stand at 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, gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, soft starlight,
starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.