[00:00.00] 作词 : John Anderson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : John Anderson
[00:45.00]Ever since the days of old,
[00:48.27]Men would search for wealth untold.
[00:52.32]They'd dig for silver and for gold,
[00:55.68]And leave the empty holes.
[00:59.40]And way down south in the
[01:01.74]Everglades,
[01:03.00]Where the black water rolls and the saw grass sways.
[01:07.44]The eagles fly and the otters play,
[01:10.53]In the land of the
[01:11.91]Seminole.
[01:14.55]So blow, blow
[01:16.62]Seminole wind,
[01:18.54]Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
[01:22.56]I'm calling to you like a long lost friend,
[01:26.01]But I know who you are.
[01:29.67]And blow, blow from the
[01:31.95]Okeechobee,
[01:33.57]All the way up to
[01:35.37]Micanopy.
[01:37.47]Blow across the home of the
[01:39.36]Seminole,
[01:41.01]The alligators and the gar.
[02:00.12]Progress came and took its toll,
[02:03.72]And in the name of flood control,
[02:07.95]They made their plans and they drained the land,
[02:11.10]Now the glades are going dry.
[02:15.03]And the last time
[02:16.41]I walked in the swamp,
[02:18.81]I sat upon a
[02:20.70]Cypress stump,
[02:23.07]I listened close and
[02:24.66]I heard the ghost,
[02:26.49]Of Osceola cry.
[02:30.09]So blow, blow
[02:32.28]Seminole wind,
[02:34.20]Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
[02:38.25]I'm calling to you like a long lost friend
[02:41.61]But I know who you are.
[02:45.30]And blow, blow from the
[02:47.58]Okeechobee,
[02:49.20]All the way up to
[02:51.03]Micanopy.
[02:53.10]Blow across the home of the
[02:54.99]Seminole,
[02:56.07]The alligators and the gar.
[03:06.00]Instrumental close.

作词 : John Anderson
作曲 : John Anderson
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 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,
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 you're never gonna blow again.
I'm 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.
Instrumental close.