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 Can mean to a tired heart When the sun goes down, with a flaming ray And the dear friend had to part? 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 the friend we've made