when I come to the end of the road,and the sun has set for me,i want no rites in gloom filled rooms,why cry for a soul set free,miss me a little but not to long,and not with your head bowed low,remember the love we once shared,miss me but let me go,for this is a journey that we all must take,and each must go alone,its all part of the masters plan,a step on the road to home,when you are lonely and sick at heart,go to the friends we know,and busy your sorrows in doing good deeds,miss me but let me go.