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 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
