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 we all must take,
But I’ll not be 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.