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 that the end of a perfect day
Could mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?

For mem'ry 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.