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January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight

Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear

We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something

He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears

Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm...

20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me...

Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."

He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky

The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands

He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window

And his reflection flew across the moonlit land

And he dreamed he was back on the farm

Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning

Wildflowers in a Mason Jar

An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway

Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night

I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me

I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes

And I dreamed I was with him on the farm

"Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn...

Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...

Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...

Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."