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 wanna 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

'Til I come marching home

Don't go walking down lover's lane

With anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me, no, no, no

Don't go walking down lover's lane

With anyone else but me

'Til 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 he fits you to a tee

So don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

'Til 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 soul but me, no, no, no

Don't you sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

Not 'til you see me

Not until you see me marching home

Home, home, home, sweet home

Don't go walking down lover's lane

With anyone else but me

With anyone else but her

No, no, no, not a single soul but me, no, no, no

Don't you go walking down lover's lane

With anyone else but me

Not 'til you see me

Not until you see me marching home

Home, home, home, sweet home

Just wait 'til I come marching home

So don't go walking down the lover's lane

No walking down the lover's lane

'Til you see me

When you see me marching home

Then we'll go arm in arm and

Sit down under the apple tree

Baby, just you and me