| 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 |