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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 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 'cross the home of the Seminoles The alligators and the garr.
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 sat upon a cypress 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 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 'cross the home of the Seminoles The alligators and the garr.
Ever since the days of old
ReplyDeleteMen 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 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 'cross the home of the Seminoles
The alligators and the garr.
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 sat upon a cypress 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 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 'cross the home of the Seminoles
The alligators and the garr.