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 sawgrass 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 callin' 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 Seminoles, 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 goin' dry

And the last time I walked in the swamp

I stood 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 callin' 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 Seminoles, the alligators and the gar