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.
So when you are weary and sad at heart
Go to the friends we know;
And bury your sorrows by doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.
