HALLOWED BYE THE NAME                       Ukjent forfatter

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousands winds that blow,

I am the diamonds glints in snow

I am the gentle autum's rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circles 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....                                  TILBAKE