Friday, September 08, 2006
Do Not Stand by my Grave and Weep.
I am not There, I do not Sleep.
I am a Thousand Winds that Blow,
I am a Diamond Glint on the 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 by my Grave and Cry.
I am not There, I did not Die
Where are you da, longing to know the answer, Applu
I am not There, I do not Sleep.
I am a Thousand Winds that Blow,
I am a Diamond Glint on the 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 by my Grave and Cry.
I am not There, I did not Die
Where are you da, longing to know the answer, Applu
