Do not stand at my desk and cry, I am not there; I did not die. I am the laughter filling these halls, My spirit lingers in these walls. I am the bell that rings each day, My memory, a reminder that we still play. I am the knowledge learned and gained, A soul continuing each day, unchained. When you enter school in the morning rush, I am in the moment; a teacher says, "hush." Do not loathe these days, I am never very far away.
Enjoy the Clouds of Heaven Carol...Do not stand at my desk and cry, I am not there; I did not die. I am the laughter filling these halls, My spirit lingers in these walls. I am the bell that rings each day, My memory, a reminder that we still play. I am the knowledge learned and gained, A soul continuing each day, unchained. When you enter school in the morning rush, I am in the moment; a teacher says, "hush." Do not loathe these days, I and We are never very far away.
Grandle Starling (1958)
Do not stand at my desk and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I am the laughter filling these halls,
My spirit lingers in these walls.
I am the bell that rings each day,
My memory, a reminder that we still play.
I am the knowledge learned and gained,
A soul continuing each day, unchained.
When you enter school in the morning rush,
I am in the moment; a teacher says, "hush."
Do not loathe these days,
I am never very far away.
Enjoy the Clouds of Heaven Carol...
Do not stand at my desk and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I am the laughter filling these halls,
My spirit lingers in these walls.
I am the bell that rings each day,
My memory, a reminder that we still play.
I am the knowledge learned and gained,
A soul continuing each day, unchained.
When you enter school in the morning rush,
I am in the moment; a teacher says, "hush."
Do not loathe these days,
I and We are never very far away.