I wasn't there. I didn't sleep.
I am the cold wind,
Skim across Northrend's snowfield.
I am the gentle spring rain,
Moistening the wheat fields in the wild west.
I am the quiet dawn,
In the forest of Thorn Valley.
I am a powerful drum,
Over the clouds of Negran.
I am a warm star,
Decorate the night in Darnassus.
I am a singing bird,
Stay in the beautiful world.
Don't cry at my tombstone,
I wasn't there. I never sleep.
Don't stand at my grave and cry,
I'm not there. I don't sleep.
I am a thousand howling winds,
Through the bright and dazzling snow in Northrend.
I am a gentle drizzle,
On the golden wheat fields in the wild west.
I am the silence of the morning,
Stragnlethorn's jungle is lush.
In the loud and magnificent drums,
The thunderous pounding of hooves through Naglan.
I am a warm shining star,
Danasus dreamed softly.
I am a singing bird,
I am in every lovely thing.
Don't stand at my grave and cry,
I wasn't there. I won't die.