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~

Miss you my dear Brother

ALFRED