Puppini Sisters Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree Lyrics

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now I'm writing you too-oo-oo

I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father
And now I want to be sure, very-very sure of you-ou

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 walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but
me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No-no-no, don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with
anyone else but me
Till I come marching home

I just got word from a girl who heard from the girl
next door to me
The boy she met just loves to pet and it fits you to a
tee
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- ee
With anyone else but her, no-no-no, not a single sole
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 marchin' home
Home-home, home sweet home

Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but
me-ee
With anyone else but her, no-no-no, not a single sole
but me
No-no-no, don't you go walkin' down Lover's Lane with
anyone else but me
Not till you see me, not until you see me marchin' home
Home-home, home sweet home
Just wait till I come marching home

So don't go walkin' down to lovers lane
No walkin' down to Lover's Lane
Till you see me, when you see me marchin' home
Then we'll go arm in arm
And sit down under the apple tree, baby just you and me
When I come mar-arching ho-ome...