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; Chorus 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 don't know who you are; And blow, blow from the Okeechobee All the way up to Micanopy (pronounced: Meh-can-o-pee) Blow across the home of the Seminole The aligator and the gull 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 up on a cypruss stump I listened close and I heard the ghost Of Oseola cry Chorus X2
