"Madelaine" — the named woman's portrait.
(copyright nazareth, tiflis tunes,inc.-ascap)
Standing watching a pale blue moon,
Rising slowly in the winter sky,
Waiting, hoping shell be home soon,
And I wont 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, shes always on my mind.
As the evening shadows fall,
Madelaine, madelaine
I can hear the night wind call,
Call her name, madelaine.
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- From the Nazareth catalogue. Madelaine — the name with its Proustian associations, the madeleine dipped in tea that releases the flood of memory. Whether intentional or not, the name carries the scent of recollection.