Seminole Wind

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 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 calling to you like a long lost friend,

And 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 calling to you like a long lost friend,

And 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.

THE SIMINOLE TRIBE WAS A PEACEFUL SMALL NATION WHO LIVED IN AND AROUND THE FLORIDA EVERGLADES. THEY FACED SEVERE HARDSHIPS AS OTHERS GREED FOR POWER, LAND, GOLD AND SILVER PUSHED THEM

DEEPER INTO THE EVERGLADES.

THEY FLED MILITARY UNITS THAT SOUGHT TO RELOCATE THEM AGAIN AND AGAIN. MANY SEMINOLE PEOPLE GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR THEIR LAND. CHIEF OSCEOLA WAS

THEIR TRIBAL LEADER.