Flower

Hayley Westenra

Please do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am the sunlight on the ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glint on snow I am a thousand winds that blow

Please do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die I am the swift rush of birds in flight Soft stars that shine at night

I am a thousand winds I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glint on snow I am a thousand winds that blow

Please do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am the sunlight on the ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glint on snow I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow I am a thousand winds that blow