When you come to the end of a perfect day, and you sit alone with your thoughts, 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 needs a heart that's big and strong, with a wish that's 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. And we find at the end of a perfect day, the soul of a friend we've made. And we find at the end of a perfect day, the soul of a friend we've made.