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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. Light a candle, it'll help to remind you Of your time together on earth, and as the flame flickers, remember His kindness, his goodness, his worth. So, glow little candle, that briefly, You'll know that his memory can't die, As you see his face in the glowing, Shed a tear, say a prayer, then goodbye.