Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with Anyone Else But Me)

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,
But 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 walkin' down lovers' lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me,
No, no, no!
Don't go walkin' down lovers' lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home!

I'm so afraid that the plans we've made
Underneath those moonlit skies
Will fade away and you're bound to stray
If the stars get in your eyes, so...

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me 
Till I come marching home. 

Don't go walkin' down the lovers' lane,
No walkin' down the lovers' lane till you see me,
When you see me marchin' home,
Then we'll go arm-in-arm, man!

Sit down under the apple tree,
Baby, just you and me,
When I come marching home!