Bing Crosby
"Poinciana"


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 hearts in time, I've learned to care
Poinciana, though skies may turn from blue to gray
My love will live forever and a day