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Ja nuary back in '5 5 we rode a Gre yhound bus through the Ge orgia midnight
Gra ndpa was slee ping and the wi nter sky was clear
W e hit a bu mp and his head jerked ba ck a little and he mu mbled something
H e woke up smi ling but his ey es were bright with tears
Said "I dreamed I was back on t he farm...
20 years have passed b oy but the memory st ill warms me. ..
Wildfl owers in a Mason Jar ..."
He to ld me those old sto ries about that o ne-room cabin i n Kentucky
The sme ll of the ra in and the wa rm earth in his hands
He slo wly turned and sta red outside; his fa ce was mirrored i n the window
A nd his refle ction flew acro ss the moonlit land
And he dreamed he was back on t he farm
Tilts his head and listens t o the early sou nd of morning
Wildfl owers in a Mason Jar
An o ld man and an ei ght-year-old boy ro lling down that mi dnight highway
Ke ntucky me mories from a wi nter Georgia night
I started dri fting off and Gra ndpa tucked his coa t around me
I thi nk I tried to smi le as I slo wly closed my eyes
And I dreamed I w as with him on the farm
"Grandpa I can hear the e vening wind out in the corn...
Wildfl owers in a Mason Jar ...
Wildfl owers in a Mason Jar ...
Wildfl owers in a Mason Jar ..."
And the bu s rolled thro ugh the nig ht...