I wrote my mother, I wrote my father

And now I'm writing you too-oo-oo



I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father

And now I want to be sure, very-very sure of you-ou



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 Lover's 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-ee

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 Lover's 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 mar-arching ho-ome...