Texty: Bobby Lyle. Hands On. 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, it's magic perfume fills the air
To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care
Poinciana, from now until the dawning day
I'll learn to love forever, come what may

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, from now until the dawning day
I'll learn to love forever, come what may

Poinciana