When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not for long!
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we shared,
Miss me, but let me go.
For life is a journey that 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 at heart
Go to the friends we know,
Laugh at the things we use to do,
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not for long!
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we shared,
Miss me, but let me go.
For life is a journey that 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 at heart
Go to the friends we know,
Laugh at the things we use to do,
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