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 times that we once shared,
Miss me.... but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must make,
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.
