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. |