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
