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
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
Lover's lane
With anyone else
But me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No no no
Don't go walking 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
(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
Marchin' home
Home home
Home sweet home
Don't go walking down
Lover's 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
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 the lover's lane
Walkin' down the
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 marchin'
Home