Miss Me – But Let Me Go
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 journey that we all must take, And each must go alone. It’s all a part of the
Master’s plan, a step on the road to home.
When we 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.
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