James Taylor — Seminole Wind

[Verse 1] 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 Way down south in the Everglades Where the black water rolls and the saw grass waves Eagles fly and the otters play in the land of the Seminole [Chorus] Blow, blow Seminole wind Blow like you're never going to blow again Calling to you like a long lost friend 'Cause I know who you are Blow, blow from the Okeechobee Way up to Micanopy Blow across the home of the Seminole The alligator and the gar [Verse 2] Progress came and took it's toll And in the name of flood control They made their plans and they drained the land And now the glades are going dry Last time I walked in the swamp I sat up on a Cypress stump I listened close and I heard the ghost Of Osceola cry [Chorus] [x2] [Outro] Blow Seminole [x3]