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