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.