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