Do not stand at my grave and weep
I´m 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 autumn rain
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds of circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stan at my grave and weep
I´m not there, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I´m not there, I did not die.
En memoria de E.H.G
Que Dios te cuide Angelito!
