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 that we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It’s all 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.

Laugh at the things we use to do

Miss me-but let me go.