January, back in '55, we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight. 月，早在1955年，我们经过半夜的格鲁吉亚骑着灰狗巴士。

Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear. 爷爷正在睡觉，冬天天高云淡。

We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something, 我们遇到颠簸和他的头猛地后退了几步，他咕哝着什么，

he woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears. 他醒来时面带微笑，但他的眼睛很亮了泪水。

He said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm, 他说：“我梦见自己又回到了农场，

20 years have passed, boy, the memory still warms me. Wildflowers in a mason jar" 20多年过去了，男孩，记忆仍然温暖我。在一个玻璃瓶野花“

   

He told me those old stories 'bout that one-room cabin in Kentucky. 他告诉我的那些老故事“比赛的是单间小屋在肯塔基州。

The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands. 雨的气味和他手中的温暖的大地。

He slowly turned and stared outside, his face was mirrored in the window, 他慢慢地转过身来，盯着外面，脸上却反映在窗口，

and his reflection flew across the moonlit land. 和整个月光下的地自己的倒影飞去。

And he dreamed he was back on the farm. 他梦见自己又回到了农场。

Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning, wildflowers in a mason jar. 倾斜他的头，听上午的初音，在一个玻璃瓶野花。

   

An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway, 一个老人和一个8岁的男孩滚下午夜公路，

Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night. 肯塔基州的回忆从佐治亚州的冬季夜晚。

I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me, 我开始漂流了和爷爷夹着他的外套在我身边，

I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes. 我想我试着微笑，我慢慢地闭上了眼睛。

And I dreamed I was with him on the farm. 我梦见我与他在农场。

Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn, wildflowers in a mason jar, 爷爷，我能听到晚风出来的玉米，在一个玻璃瓶野花，

wildflowers in a mason jar, wildflowers in a mason jar, and the bus rolled through the night. 在一个玻璃瓶野花，在一个玻璃瓶，总线野花彻夜推出。