1936 – Nat Simon / Buddy 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
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, 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 trees
Trees, sigh to me
Soon my love, I will see
Poinciana