Hayley Westenra Flower
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