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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..."