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