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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 callin' 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

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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 goin' dry

And the last time I walked in the swamp.   I stood up on 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 callin' 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

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