In memory of Paul Haugen who walked these paths...

JUVATN
Clayton Anderson Bell

Oh, how the name touches my lips
Like the finest Sparkling wine.
Standing amid the mountain tops
Is a cabin from older time.

I hear the winds, they call to me
Come, before it is too late.
Enter in this open door,
Drink waters from the lake.

Look, the reindeer pass in file
As snow falls clean and white,
The log upon the fire burns
“Skoll” rings to close the night.

Yes Tarjei, I hear the sound,
Land of our Mother’s birth,
To stand upon Juvatn’s ground,
We find a new found worth.

Valle, open up your arms
To this stranger from afar,
Let me climb those mountains,
To live with Juvatn’s stars.