Nazareth — Madelaine

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