Paroles: Danse Macabre. Orchid.

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