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
Sorry (no, no, no)
No, no, no
Nice, you have a nice voice
Thank you