About the song
Seminole Wind is a country song written and recorded by American singer John Anderson. It was released in August 1992 as the title track from his album of the same name. The song peaked at number 2 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart and number 1 on the Canadian RPM Country Tracks chart. It was also a minor crossover hit, reaching number 75 on the Billboard Hot 100.
The song is a slow, ballad about a man who is haunted by the memory of a lost love. The lyrics are full of vivid imagery, painting a picture of a man who is lost and alone. The song’s melody is also very haunting, and it perfectly complements the lyrics.
“Seminole Wind” was a critical and commercial success. It won the Song of the Year award at the 1993 Country Music Association Awards, and it was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Country Song. The song has also been covered by a number of artists, including Donna the Buffalo, James Taylor, and Luke Combs.
Here are some additional details about the song:
Writers: John Anderson
Album: Seminole Wind (1992)
Producer: James Stroud
Label: BNA Records
Peak chart positions:
Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks: #2
Billboard Hot 100: #75
Canadian RPM Country Tracks: #1
“Seminole Wind” is a classic country song that has stood the test of time. It is a beautiful and moving song that will stay with you long after you have heard it.
Lyrics
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 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
And 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