When I took my boat out to the White Sea 
I had no care in the world 
Not a cloud disturbed the sky 
I was dreaming only of how it might be 
Then dark fell into the day 
And the wind began to rise 
Peter on the White Sea 
Green mountains of waves 
Blew all around 
Peter on the White Sea 
The howl of the wind, that lonesome sound 
Sailors made their peace then with the Almighty 
Still I kept hope in my heart 
Through the salt and stormy night 
Every hour the wind struck ever harder 
We held on tight in the dark 
As our bow rose and fell 
Till we came with daylight into the harbour 
Hard by the monastery walls 
To the ringing of a bell 
Peter on the White Sea 
A day to recall when days are done 
Peter on the White Sea 
The first of a thousand ships to come 
When I took my boat out on the White Sea 
I heard my name in the wind 
In the bright and empty sky 
When I took my boat out to the White Sea