Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree

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... Now I wanna be sure of you... 1. 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 2. 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 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 tee 3. So... 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 sit under the apple tree... with anyone else but me Till I come marching home