Gilman's Crossing Bio
Ray Gilman: A veteran of the Twin Cities Music scene, Ray has recorded 10 CD's, played over a thousand live shows, and produced CD's fo
I wrote this song during a Minnesota blizzard, wondering what it was like in the old days during a storm.
Lyrics
Waiting For The Sun (Gilman)
Frozen tundra calling out my name. Old wood stove is burning warm and bright. Firewood is low and food is scarce. Hope I can make it through another night. Winter winds are howling through the trees. Blinding snow is falling endlessly.Snowed in waiting for the sun, Trapped here waiting for the sun. No connection to the outside world. Candlelight is burning bright. Cold reflections of mortality. Haunt me through out this endless night. I wonder will this be the end of me? Frozen stiff out in the north country. Snowed in waiting for the sun. Trapped here waiting for the sun. Morning brings with it a ray of hope. Clouds are breaking in the eastern sky. Looking out across the drifted snow. I guess it's not my time to die. Sharpen my axe and get my snowshoes on. Grab my rifle now I'M moving on. I'm just waiting for the sun. Trapped here waiting for the sun.
