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
Final: (Em C)…