LA KOTA AMERICAN - INDIAN DIRGE
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'am not there - I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
When you wake - in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds who circle in flight
I am the soft starlight of the night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there - I do not sleep
Respect = go-hi-yu-hi