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 must all 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.