(simon/bernier)

Blowtropic wind
Sing a songthrough the trees

Treessigh to me
Soon my lovei will see

Poinciana,
Your branches speak to me of love
Pale moon is casting shadows from above

Poinciana,
Somehow I feel the jungle beat
Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage
Beat

Love is everywhere, it?s 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 for ever and a day

Blowtropic wind,
Sing a song through the trees
Treessigh to me
Soon my love I will see

Poinciana