A Perfect Day
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the bells 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 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
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