Madelaine

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