Ever since the days of old

Men would search for wealth untold

They'd dig for silver and for gold

And they leaved the empty holes

And way down south, in the everglades

Where the blackwater 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

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

In the name of flood control

They made their plans and they drained the land

And now the 'glades are going dry

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

'cause 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 alligator and the gar.

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.

Oh, seminole wind

Seminole wind

Seminole wind

Ah, seminole wind, ah...

Seminole wind.