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 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 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 Till I come marching home I just got word from a guy who heard From the guy next door to me The girl he 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 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 soul 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 marching home 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 till you see me, not until you see me marching home Home, home, home, home sweet home Just wait till I come marching home No, don't go walking down lovers' lane No, walking down lovers' lane till 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 --- Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree - The Andrews Sisters