Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Nobody Else But Me) - The Andrews Sisters

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 walkin' down Lovers' Lane

With anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No, no, no Don’t go walkin' 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 sole 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 walkin' down Lovers' Lane

With anyone else but me-ee

(With anyone else but her)

No, no, no Not a single sole but me No, no, no Don’t you go walkin' 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 to Lovers' Lane

No walkin' down to 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 marching home