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, madelaine
i 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, madelaine
i can hear the night wind call,
call her name, madelaine.