Don't stand on my grave and cry.
I'm not there.
I'm on the blue blue sky,
I'm on the lake by your side;
I'm the flower who's face always to the sun,
I'm the gentle breeze going through the forest.
Don't put that ice on my head.
That's too cold.
My god have been calling me,
leading me to the heaven that cannot be reached.
So my friend:
Don't stand on my grave and cry.
I'm not here.