Eilert Älskad, saknad

Do not weep

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´s rain

Do not stand at my grave and mourn
I am the dewflecked grass at dawn
Where tranquil oceans meet the land
I am the footprints in the sand
to guide you through the weary day

I am still here, I´ll always stay
When you wake up to mornings´s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, i did not die