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.