My love, no longer must you weep,
though I have gone, I’m not asleep.
I’m with you still, in every way,
I am my love, with you today.
I am the summer breeze that blows,
the wonder of those winter snows,
each sparkling star you see at night,
I am my love, within your sight.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
I am each golden grain of sand,
I am the one who holds your hand.
So my love, no longer cry,
though not here, I did not die.