When I come to the end of the road
and the sun is set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little-but not too long
and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me-and let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
and each must do it alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
go to the friends we know,
Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me-but let me go.