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 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,
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,
sweet home
Just wait till I come
marching home
So, 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 we'll sit down
under the apple tree
Baby just you and me
When I come
marching home