Do not stand at my grave and
weep,I am not there, I do not
sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that
blow,across Northrend's bright
and shining snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
on Westfall's fields of golden
grain.
I am in the morning hush,
of Stranglethorn's jungle, green and lush.
I am in the drums loud and
grand,the thunderous hooves
across Nagrand.
I am the stars warmly gleaming,
over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in 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.
