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 for too long,
and not with you head bowed low.
Remember the love 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 home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know,
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me but let me go.