Don't cry at my grave
'Cause I won't be there;
I'll be in the breeze
That ruffles your hair.
I'll be in the sunshine,
I'll be in the snow,
I'll be in the places
Where we used to go.
I'll be in your laughter
And in funny things;
I'll be in your shadow
And there in your dreams.
I'll be in your greeting
But not your good-byes;
I'll be in the reflection
Of your loving eyes.
I'll always be with you,
And I'll always care;
So don't cry at my graveside
'Cause I won't be there.
Don't cry at my grave
'Cause I won't be there;
I'll be in the breeze
That ruffles your hair.
I'll be in the sunshine,
I'll be in the snow,
I'll be in the places
Where we used to go.
I'll be in your laughter
And in funny things;
I'll be in your shadow
And there in your dreams.
I'll be in your greeting
But not your good-byes;
I'll be in the reflection
Of your loving eyes.
I'll always be with you,
And I'll always care;
So don't cry at my graveside
'Cause I won't be there.
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