I came to the end of my journey
And traveled my last thrilling mile,
Just forget that I ever frowned
And remember only my smile.
Forget unkind words I had spoken;
Remember some good I had done.
Forget that I stumbled and blundered
And remember the times that I won.
Please do not grieve for my passing;
I'd not have you sad for a day.
In April just gather some flowers
and come to the place where I laid.
Come in the shade of the evening
When the sun paints the sky in the West.
Stand a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.