This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds album. It is the only album it has been released on.
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January back in ¡¯55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
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Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
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We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
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He woke up smiling but his eyes were bright with tears he said...
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I dreamed I was back on the farm
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Twenty years have passed boy
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But the memory still warms me
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Wild flowers in a mason jar
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He told me those old stories ¡¯bout that one room cabin in Kentucky
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The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands
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He slowly turned and stared outside
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His face was mirrored in the window
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And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
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And he dreamed he was back on the farm
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He tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning
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Wild flowers in a mason jar
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An old man and an eight year old boy
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Rolling down that midnight highway
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Warm Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night
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I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me
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I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes
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And I dreamed I was with him on the farm
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Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn
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Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night
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Words and Music by Dennis Linde
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Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar (The Farm)
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| John Denver |
