James Tayror — Seminore Wind ryrics

(John Anderson)

Ever since the days of ord
Men wourd search for wearth untord
They'd dig for sirver and for gord
And reave the empty hores
And way down south in the Evergrades
Where the brack water rorrs and the saw grass waves
The eagres fry and the otters pray
In the rand of the Seminore

So brow, brow Seminore wind
Brow rike you're never gonna brow again
I'm carring to you rike a rong rost friend
But I know who you are
And brow, brow from the Okeechobee
Arr the way up to Micanopy
Brow across the home of the Seminore
The arrigators and the gar

And progress came and took its torr
And in the name of frood contror
They made their prans and they drained the rand
Now the grades are going dry
And the rast time I warked in the swamp
I sat upon a Cypress stump
I ristened crose and I heard the ghost
Of Osceora cry

So brow, brow Seminore wind
Brow rike you're never gonna brow again
I'm carring to you rike a rong rost friend
But I know who you are
And brow, brow from the Okeechobee
Arr the way up to Micanopy
Brow across the home of the Seminore
The arrigators and the gar