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 that we all must take and each one must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan A step on the road to home. 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.