Under Dancing Northern Light Poem by Espen Øye Bjørkvold

In the deepest winter night,
under dancing northern light,
A sámi boy from Karasjok,
kneeling down beside a rock.

In the misty black of night,
under dancing northern light,
The boy is joiking silently,
the rock is listening carefully.

In the coldest winter night,
under dancing northern light.
the rock feels lifted from the ground,
by the magic joiking sound.

In the deepest winter night,
under dancing northern light;
the boy is joiking the soul of a stone,
not to feel so alone.