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 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 Seminole   The alligators and the gar      And 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