(copyright nazareth, tiflis tunes,inc.-ascap)         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.