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 WAS ONCE SHARED.

MISS ME-- BUT LET ME GO.

FOR THIS A JOURNEY 

WE ALL MUST TAKE,

AND EACH MUST GO ALONE.

IT'S ALL 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 GOOD DEEDS..

MISS ME---BUT LET ME GO.