Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar (The Farm) 가사

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 Twenty years have passed boy But the memory still warms me Wild flowers in a mason jar He told me those old stories bout that one room cabin in Kentucky The smell of rain and the feel of 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 sounds of morning Wild flowers in a mason jar An old man and an eight year old boy Rolling down that midnight highway Warm 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 Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night