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.