Madelaine کے بول

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.