Karaoké Seminole Wind John 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 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 but I know who you are

And blow, blow from the Okeechobee all the way up to Micanopy

Blow across the home of the Seminole the alligators and the gar

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 going 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 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 across the home of the Seminole the alligators and the gar