Lyrics:

'Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that flow
I am the sunlight on my own grave
I am a gentle autumn rain
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
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
(Spoken)
man as yet is half grown
Even his flower stem has not appeared yet
He