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 autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
I am a thousand winds that blow
I'm Whiskywilly don't you know
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
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 rock and I am the roll