Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now I’m writing you too
I’m sure of mother, I’m sure of father
And now I want to be sure
Very, very sure
Of you
Don’t sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No, no, no Don’t sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me Till I come marching home
Don’t go walkin' down Lovers' Lane
With anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No, no, no Don’t go walkin' down Lover’s Lane
With anyone else but me Till I come marching home
I just got word from a girl who heard
From the girl next door to me The boy she met just loves to pet
And it fits you to a tee
So don’t sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me Till I come marching home
Don’t sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
(With anyone else but her)
No, no, no Not a single sole but me No, no, no Don’t you sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me Not till you see me Not until you see me marchin' home
Home, home, home sweet home
Don’t go walkin' down Lovers' Lane
With anyone else but me-ee
(With anyone else but her)
No, no, no Not a single sole but me No, no, no Don’t you go walkin' down Lover’s Lane
With anyone else but me Not till you see me Not until you see me marchin' home
Home, home, home sweet home
Just wait till I come marching home
So don’t go walkin' down to Lovers' Lane
No walkin' down to Lover’s Lane
Till you see me, when you see me marchin' home
Then we’ll go arm in arm
And sit down under the apple tree
Baby, just you and me When I come marching home