Don't stand at my grave and cry,
I'm not there. I don't sleep.
Don't stand at my grave and cry for me.
I wasn't there. I didn't sleep.
I am in a thousand howling winds,
Through the bright and dazzling snow in Northrend.
I am a thousand howling winds,
Fly over the snowy Northrend.
I am a gentle drizzle,
On the golden wheat fields in the wild west.
I am the gentle and delicate rain,
Golden rice fields are scattered in the desolate west.
I am the silent morning, in the jungle of Thorn Valley,
Green.
I am a quiet morning,
Diffuse in the lush green thorn valley.
In the loud and magnificent drums,
The thunderous pounding of hooves through Naglan.
I am a powerful drum,
Set foot on the infinite grassland, Nalan.
I am a warm shining star,
Danasus dreamed softly.
I am a warm and shining star,
Shine on the quiet sleep of Danasus.
I am a singing bird,
I am in every lovely thing.
I am a singing bird,
I exist in the beauty of everything.
Don't stand at my grave and cry,
I wasn't there. I won't die.
Don't stand at my grave and cry for me,
I wasn't there. I never left.
Seeking adoption is a satisfactory answer.