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
 Where the black water rolls and the saw grass waves
 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
 And 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