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 part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
So 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.
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