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 part of the Master’s plan,
a step on the road to 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.
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