Seminole Wind Lyrics - John Anderson

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