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