This song is written about the greed of the United States Government Stealing the Riches of the beautiful American Indians Native Americans beautiful land and completely destroying the land after they steal the silver and gold from their land. Leaving the very beautiful Native Americans Indians in severe destitution with absolutely no regard for our beautiful Native Americans. Seminole Wind Ever since the days of old, Men would search for wealth untold. Theyd 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 youre never gonna blow again. Im 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. 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 youre never gonna blow again. Im 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.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 17:28:08 +0000