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.