Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree

Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree - The Astoria Singers

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 girl who heard

From the girl next door to me

The boy she 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 the lovers' lane

No walking down the lovers' lane till you see me

When you see me marching home

Then we'll go arm in arm and

Sit down under the apple tree

Baby just you and me

When I come marching home