Don't Kneel At My Graveside

High on the hill little above the sea There is a grave standing underneath the tree Up on the stone is words of fame A prayer to all who's earthly bound Don't kneel at my graveside and cry I am not there, I did not die For I am the clouds that drift on by Don't kneel at my graveside and cry I am the fields of golden grain I am the cooing before the summer rain And in the stillness of the night I am a candle burning bright I am the diamonds in the snow I am a thousand stars around the heavens that glow And in the sound of wind you wake I am the dawning of the day Don't kneel at my graveside and cry I am not there, I did not die For I am the clouds that drift on by Don't kneel at my graveside and cry For I am the clouds that drift on by Don't kneel at my graveside and cry