James Taylor - Seminole Wind Lyrics
Ever since the days of oldMen would search for wealth untoldThey'd dig for silver and for goldAnd leave the empty holesAnd way down south in the EvergladesWhere the black water rolls and the saw grass wavesThe eagles fly and the otters playIn the land of the SeminoleSo blow, blow Seminole windBlow like you're never gonna blow againI'm calling to you like a long lost friendBut I know who you areAnd blow, blow from the OkeechobeeAll the way up to MicanopyBlow across the home of the SeminoleThe alligators and the garAnd progress came and took its tollAnd in the name of flood controlThey made their plans and they drained the landNow the glades are going dryAnd the last time I walked in the swampI sat upon a Cypress stumpI listened close and I heard the ghostOf Osceola crySo blow, blow Seminole windBlow like you're never gonna blow againI'm calling to you like a long lost friendBut I know who you areAnd blow, blow from the OkeechobeeAll the way up to MicanopyBlow across the home of the SeminoleThe alligators and the gar
