Bougainvillea from Bougainvillea by Fiachna O Braonain

Bougainvillea

I think of you my bougainvillea,
In your full bloom copper red,
You take my body and free my mind
In the furrows of your bed.

You tell me stories of forgotten cities,
Where love always endures,
Through disasters and diseases
You prescribe the cure...

Bougainvillea..

See the colour of the roses
And magnolia perfume..
The words of angel Gabriel
Divines our lovers tune..

Oh Bougainvillea..

And I sit here with your writer
Whom I have now made mine,
In this city sing the angels
A chorus to your shrine

See the colour of the roses
And magnolia perfume..
The words of angel Gabriel
Divines our lovers tune..

Bougainvillea..

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• Folk
• Rock
• Singer-songwriter
• Soul
• Dublin