Down by the well

There I shall meet Thee

An orchid in your hair

The well near the olive tree



And our sole place to meet

Alas only brief

Our patriarchs disagree

Our young hearts in grief



Down by the well

I shall meet Thee

An orchid in your hair

The place near the olive tree



Heavenly you appear

Beautiful Helen of Troy

Unworthy of Thou my dear

Admired by many a boy



Our love like fire

A glimpse, our(sole) unity

Our fate, harsh and dire

In the shadow of the olive tree



Buried centuries ago , both you and me

Our love it never ever was set free

But by the well, my beloved orchid

There I still meet Thee

There I still meet Thee



Our sole place to meet

Alas only grief

Our patriarchs disagree

Our young hearts in grief



Down by the well

I shall meet Thee

An orchid in your hair

The place near the olive tree