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.