John Anderson Seminole Wind (1992) lyrics

John Anderson
Miscellaneous
Seminole Wind (1992)
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 don't know who you are
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee all the way up to Micanopy
Blow across the home of the Seminole the alligator 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 going dry
And the last time I walked in the swamp I stood up on a Cyprus 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 don't know who you are
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee all the way up to Micanopy
Blow across the home of the Seminole the alligator and the gull