Standing watching a pale blue moon,Rising slowly in the winter sky,Waiting, hoping she'll be home soon,And I won't ask her where or why.As the evening shadows fall,Madelaine, MadelaineI can hear the night wind call,Call her name, Madelaine.Turning slowly I hear her call,Echo softly through the silver pines,Walking home the first snowflake falls,Still, she's always on my mind.As the evening shadows fall,Madelaine, MadelaineI can hear the night wind call,Call her name, Madelaine.
