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
Dont sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me
Till i come marching home
Dont go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No no no
Dont 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 a guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet
And fits you to a tee
Dont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till i come marching home
Dont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
With anyone else but her
No no no
Not a single sole but me
No no no
Dont you sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me
Not until you see me
Not until you see me marching home
Home home home sweet home
Dont go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
With anyone else but her
No no no
Not a single sole but me
No no no
Dont you go walkin down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Not until you see me
not until you see me marchin home
Home home home sweet home
Just wait til i come marching home
Dont go walkin down lovers lane
No walkin down the lovers lane
Till you see me
When you see me marchin home
Sit down under the apple tree
Baby just you and me
When i come marchin home

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