Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) Lyrics

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 lovers' lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Don′t go walking down lovers' 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 it fits you to a "T"
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 lovers' 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 lovers' 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 lovers' lane
No, walking down the lovers' 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
When I come marching home