When you come to the end of a perfect day
And you sit alone with your thought
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray
And the dear friends have to part?
Well this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey too.
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For memory has painted this perfect day,
With colors that never fade.
And we find at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.
