Traveling through this lonely world of men
I may never see you again
But I hope that you'll always think of me
No matter where you happen to be

This verse sent me into hysterics at a spring vacation camp in 1972. I didn't know why, but it was serious. Everyone was worried about me. I was 13. The next night we sang it, I felt an incredible sense of peace, one I've never felt before or since. Two days later, we arrived home to discover that the "peace" night, my beloved great grandmother had died. This is the first place I've seen reference to this verse, though I've never forgotten in in the ensuing 45 years. Thank you!