Wild Flowers in a Mason Jar (The Farm)

January back in '55

We rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight

Grandpa was sleepin' and the winter sky was clear

We hit a bump and his head jerked back

A little and he mumbled somethin'

He woke up smilin' but his eyes were bright with tears

He said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm

Twenty 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 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

He tilts his head and listens to the early sound of mornin'

Wildflowers in a Mason jar

An old man and an eight-year-old boy

Rollin' down that midnight highway

Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night

I started driftin' off but 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 evenin' 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