When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has 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 - but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone. It's all a part of
the Master's plan, a step on the road to
home. When you are lonely and sick at
heart, go to the friends we know, and
bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me - but let me go
