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.
He said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm,
20 years have passed, boy, the memory still
warms me. Wildflowers in a mason jar"
He told me those old stories 'bout 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, and the bus rolled through the night.
Artist:
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