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

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now Im writing you too
Im sure of mother, Im sure of father
And now I want to be sure, very, very sure of you
Dont sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Dont sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
Dont go walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Dont 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 dont sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
Dont sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
（With anyone else but her）
No, no, no, not a single soul but
No, no, no, dont 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
Dont go walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me
（With anyone else but her）
No, no, no, not a single soul but
No, no, no, dont 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, dont go walking down lovers lane
No, walking down loverslane till you see
When you see me marching home
Then well go arm in arm and
Sit down under the apple tree
Baby, just you and me
When I come marching home