When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thoughts
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 of a journey, too,
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For memr'y has painted this perfect day
With colours that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect day
The soul of a friend we've made.

I can have a go at the ABC for you if you need it.
This is one of my favourites, too.