When I come to the end of the day
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 we once shared–
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
and each must go alone.
it’s all a part of the maker’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.
