Seminole Wind

Ever since the days of old,
Men would search for wealth untold.
They'd dig for silver and for gold,
And leave the empty holes.
And way down south in the
Everglades,
Everglades,
The eagles fly and the otters play
In the land of the
Seminole.
So blow, blow
Seminole wind
Blow like you're never gonna blow again
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend,
But I know who you are
And blow, blow from the
Okeechobee,
All the way up to
Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the
Seminole
The alligators and the gar.
Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time
I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a
Cypress stump,
I listened close and
I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.
So blow, blow
Seminole wind,
Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the
Okeechobee
All the way up to
Micanopy
Blow across the home of the
Seminole
The alligators and the gar.