Seminole Wind - James Taylor

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 blackwater rolls and the sawgrass 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 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 Seminoles

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 Seminoles

The alligators and the gar