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Poinciana (Song Of The Tree) |
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Bing Crosby |
[Words by Buddy Bernier]
[Music by Nat Simon]
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 ev'rywhere, 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
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