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