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 we once shared
Miss me – but let me go.
For this is a journey that
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.
