Ever since the days of old men would search for wealth untold
They dig for silver & for gold & leave the empty holes
And way down south in the Everglades
Where the black water rolls & the Saw grass waves
The eagles fly & the otters play in the land of the Seminole
So blow blow seminole wind blow like your never gonna blow again
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend but I know who you are
And blow blow from the Okeechobee, all the way up to Micanopy
Blow cross the home of the Seminole, the aligators & the garr
Progress came & took it's toll & in the name of flood control
They make thier plans & they drained the land
Now the glades are going dry
And the last time I walked in the swamp I sat upon a cypress stump
I listened close & I heard the ghost of Osceola cry
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