INTRO:



I wrote mother.

I wrote my father.

And now I'm writing you too.



I sure of mother.

I 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 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 the 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.





Soo.

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

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

NO! NO! NO!

Don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

Not till you see me come marching home.

(home home home home sweet 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.