Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

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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...' 
 And the bus rolled through the night


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