Dorothy was a lover of sewing, knitting, painting, fishing and cooking. She was a mother to all.
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 we once shared, Miss me – but let me go. For this journey we all must take, and each must go alone It's all a part of the Master's plan to step on the road 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.
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 we once shared, Miss me – but let me go. For this journey we all must take, and each must go alone It's all a part of the Master's plan to step on the road 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.
Dorothy was a lover of sewing, knitting, painting, fishing and cooking. She was a mother to all.
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 we once shared, Miss me – but let me go. For this journey we all must take, and each must go alone It's all a part of the Master's plan to step on the road 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.
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 we once shared, Miss me – but let me go. For this journey we all must take, and each must go alone It's all a part of the Master's plan to step on the road 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.
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