Seminole Wind

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

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