Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree - Original - 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 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

Don’t 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 the guy next door to me

That a girl he 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

(Last time, last two lines)

Then we’ll go arm in arm, and

Sit down under the apple tree

Baby, just you and me

When I come marching home