January back in ¡¯55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
Kami kembali naik bus Greyhound lewat tengah malam di Georgia
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
Kakek sedang tidur dan langit musim dingin sudah bersih
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
Kami memukul benjolan dan kepalanya tersentak sedikit dan dia menggumamkan sesuatu
He woke up smiling but his eyes were bright with tears he said…
Dia terbangun tersenyum tapi matanya cerah dengan air mata dia berkata …

I dreamed I was back on the farm
Aku bermimpi aku kembali ke peternakan
Twenty years have passed boy
Dua puluh tahun telah berlalu
But the memory still warms me
Tapi ingatan itu masih menghangatkan saya
Wild flowers in a mason jar
Bunga liar di stoples mason

He told me those old stories ¡¯bout that one room cabin in Kentucky
Dia menceritakan cerita-cerita lama dan cerita-cerita lama tentang kabin satu kamar di Kentucky itu
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands
Bau hujan dan nuansa bumi yang hangat di tangannya
He slowly turned and stared outside
Dia perlahan berbalik dan menatap ke luar
His face was mirrored in the window
Wajahnya tercermin di jendela
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
Dan bayangannya terbang melintasi tanah yang diterangi sinar bulan

And he dreamed he was back on the farm
Dan dia bermimpi dia kembali ke peternakan
He tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning
Dia memiringkan kepalanya dan mendengarkan suara pagi di pagi hari
Wild flowers in a mason jar
Bunga liar di stoples mason

An old man and an eight year old boy
Seorang pria tua dan anak laki-laki berusia delapan tahun
Rolling down that midnight highway
Turunkan jalan raya tengah malam itu
Warm Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night
Kenangan Kentucky yang hangat dari malam musim dingin Georgia
I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me
Aku mulai melayang dan Kakek menyelipkan mantelnya ke sekelilingku
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes
Kurasa aku mencoba tersenyum saat aku perlahan menutup mataku
And I dreamed I was with him on the farm
Dan aku bermimpi aku bersamanya di pertanian
Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn
Kakek, saya bisa mendengar angin petang di jagung
Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night
Bunga liar di stoples mason dan bus bergulir sepanjang malam

Words and Music by Dennis Linde
Kata-kata dan Musik oleh Dennis Linde