(Simon/Bernier). . Blow... tropic wind.... Sing a song... through the trees.. . Trees... sigh to me.... Soon my love... I will see.. . Poinciana,. Your branches speak to me of love..
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.