Album: other songs

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
And now I wanna 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 Lover's Lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No, no, no
Don't go walking down Lover's 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 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 Lover's 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 Lover's 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 a Lover's Lane
No walking down a Lover's Lane
Till you see me
When you see me marching home
Then we'll go arm in arm
And we'll sit down under the apple tree
Baby, just you and me
When I come marching home