Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree

Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree
music by Sam H. Stept
lyric by Lew Brown (center-left) & Charles Tobias

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father and now I'm writing you.
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father and now I want to be sure,
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 marchin' 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 marchin' 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 tee, so
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Till I come marchin' 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 those girls on foreign shores, you'll have to report to me
When you come marchin' home.

Don't hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me,
You better be true to me, you better be true to me.
Don't hold anyone on your knee, you're getting the third degree
When you come marchin' home.

You're on your own where there is no phone and I can't keep tabs on you.
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee this is one thing that I'll do,
I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you,
Till you come marchin' 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 till you come marchin' home...