Madelaine

Standing watching a pale blue moon,

Rising slowly in the winter sky,

Waiting, hoping shell be home soon,

And I wont 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, shes always on my mind.

As the evening shadows fall,

Madelaine, madelaine

I can hear the night wind call,

Call her name, madelaine.