Lyrics by Wyatt Fulton
Ebb Lowchowhatchee thru the land of the Jobe,
Run Lowchowhatchee by the Black Bear and Panther you flow.
Ebb Lochahatchee the Seminole at your edge,
Drift Lochahatchee halting Jesup’s men,
Chorus: Go son tell the story, carry our river thru, keep her running wild and her golden water too. Go son tell the story, steward our river thru, stand by her edge and see her beauty true.
Flow Loxahatchee to Trapper Nelson’s home,
Crest Loxahatchee by shotgun and Nelson’s bones.
Run Loxahatchee over oyster bars you once flowed
Ebb Loxahatchee by Kitching Creek Cypress Dome
Chorus: Go son tell the story, carry our river thru, keep her running wild and her golden water too. Go son tell the story, steward our river thru, stand by her edge and see her beauty true.
Flow Loxahatchee carry me towards the River Bend,
Drift Loxahatchee mullet running and mangrove stands
Chorus: Go son tell the story, carry our river thru, keep her running wild and her golden water too. Go son tell the story, steward our river thru, stand by her edge and see her beauty true.
Go son tell the story, carry our river thru, keep her running wild and her golden water too. Go son tell the story, steward our river thru, stand by her edge and see her beauty true.
This song “Loxahatchee River” celebrates the history of the River from the Jobe Indian to our future.
According to Minnie Moore Wilson, who wrote, the Seminoles of Florida in 1896. The River was originally spelled “Lowchowhatchee”. The Seminole word for turtle is called “Lowchow”, the name of the river was later simplified to Lochahatchee.
It is said that in the Late 1880′s a man painting the name on a steamboat had difficulty spelling “Locha” so he named the boat Loxahatchee. Today the Loxahatchee River is said to be one of the last of Florida’s wild rivers.
(source) The History of the Loxahatchee by Bessie Wilson Dubois. 1981
