Blow, tropic wind, sing a song through the tree
Tree, sigh to me, soon my love I will see (fine)
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love
Pale moon is casting shadows from above
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, those skies may turn from blue to grey
My love will live forever and a day.
da capo al fine
(Coda:)
Poinciana...