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