EVER SINCE
THE DAYS OF OLD
MEN WOULD SEARCH
FOR WEALTH UNTOLD
THEY 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
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
BLOW BLOW
FROM THE OKACHOBEE
ALL THE WAY UP
TO MICKANOBEE
BLOW ACROSS
THE HOME
OF THE SEMINOLE
THE ALLIGATORS
IN THE GULF
8 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
PROGRESS CAME
AND TOOK IT'S 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 CYPRUS 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 OKACHOBEE
ALL THE WAY UP
TO MICKANOBEE
BLOW ACROSS
THE HOME OF
THE SEMINOLE
THE ALLIGATORS
IN THE GULF