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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Pretty
women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not
cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But
when I start to tell them,
They
think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I
walk into a room
Just as cool as you
please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand
or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey
bees.
I say,
It's the fire in
my eyes,
And the flash of my
teeth,
The swing in my
waist,
And the joy in my
feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What
they see in me.
They try so
much
But they can't
touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I
say,
It's in
the arch of my back,
The sun of my
smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's
me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not
bowed.
I don't shout or jump
about
Or have to talk real
loud.
When you see me
passing
It
ought to make you proud.
I
say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's me.