Seminole Wind JJ Grey & Mofro

Ever since the days of old
Men have searched for wealth untold
They dig for silver and they dig for gold
And they leave the empty holes
And way down south in the Everglades
Where the black water rolls and the sawgrass sways
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
Cause I know who you are
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee
All the way up to Micanopy
Blow across the land of the Seminole
The alligator and the gar

Progress came and took its toll
And in the name of flood control
They made they plans to drain the land
Now the glades is going dry
And the last time I walked in the swamp
I stood upon a cypress stump
I listened close and I heard the ghost
Of Osceola crying