DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain;
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush.

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die."

rip mate, glad I got the chance to meet you a few times, only fron an post above did I find we are connected not only by folk music but I am 55 (next week) & was also from Nelson Lancs!