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

Now I wanna be 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

Just remember that I'll be true

To nobody else but you

'Til I come marching home

Don't go walking down Lovers Lane

With anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

No, no, no

Don't start showing off all your charms

In somebody else's arms

You must be true to me

I'm so afraid that the plans we made

Underneath those moonlit skies

Will fade away and you're bound to stay

If the stars get in your eyes

So, don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

'Til I come marching home

I'm so afraid that the plans we made

Underneath those moonlit skies

Will fade away and you're bound to stay

If the stars get in your eyes

So, don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

'Til I come marching home