Robert Goulet Poinciana (song Of The Tree)
Blow tropic wind, sing a song through the tree
Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love
Pale moon is casting shadows from above
Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat
Within me there grows a rhythmic savage beat
Love is everywhere, its magic perfume fills the air
To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care
Poinciana, though skies may turn from blue to gray
My love will live forever and a day
Blow tropic wind, sing a song through the tree
Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see
Poinciana
