Karaoke Track: Seminole Wind by John Anderson (JVC)

Ever since the days of old.
men would search for wealth untold.
They&#39;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 tall grass sways. . . .

. . . the eagles 11y and the otters play
in the land of the Seminole.

So blow. blow Seminole wind.

Blow like youke never

gonna blow again.

I&#39;m calling to you like a

long lost friend.

I know who you are.
And blmv1 blow
from the open shore way.

all the way up to Mackinaw Bay.

Progress came and took its toll.

and in the name of blood controlled.

They made their plans.
and they drained the land.

now the glades are goin&#39; 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&#39;re never

gonna&#39; blow again.

I&#39;m callin&#39; to you like a

long lost friend.

But I know who you are.

And blow. blow

from the open shore way.

all the way up to Mackinaw Bay.

Blow across the home

of the Seminoles.

The alligators in the dawn.