Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree

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

'til I come marching home

Don't go walking down lovers lane

With anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

No no no

Don't go walking down lovers lane

With anyone else but me

'til 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 loved to pet

And fits you to a "T"

So don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

'til I come marching home

Don't give out with those lips of yours

To anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

No no no

Watch the girls on the foreign shores

You'll have to report to me

When you come marching home

You're on your own

When there is no phone and I can't keep tab on you

Be fair to me I'll garuantee

This is one thing that I'll do

I won't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but you

'til you come marching home

Don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

I know the apple tree

Is reserved for you and me

And I'll be true

'til you come marching home