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 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 of heart, Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. 

Miss me—but let me go.