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
With anyone else but me
With anyone else but me
no no no
Don't sit under the apple tree 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 "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
Anyone else but me
No no no not a single soul but me
No no no don't you sit.....
no no no no no...
no no..