Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar Lyrics - John Denver

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 

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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 

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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