When I came to the en of the road and the sun has set on 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. amd each must go alone. It's a;; 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 burry your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me - but let me go