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 sways. 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.