SEMINOLE WIND
(John D. 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 Seminoles

So blow blow Seminole wind nlow 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
Blow across the home of the Seminoles the aligators and the gulls
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Progress came and took it's 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 Awsiola cry

So blow blow Seminole wind nlow 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
Blow across the home of the Seminoles the aligators and the gulls
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