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 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 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. Remembering Sid...his laughing eyes...his infectious laugh...his generous love.