Lyrics:

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 callin' 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 callin' 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