• Don't go to my grave and cry for me
    I'm not there
    I'm in the thousands of winds that blow through your hair
    I'm in the snow that shines like a million diamonds
    I'm the soft brilliant sun glistening softly on a summer field
    When you wake up listen......
    I'm the first thing out side you hear
    Don't go to my grave and cry for me
    I'm not there
    I'm not dead
    I never was