文本歌词

Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree - Glenn Miller & His Orchestra
Written by：Alton Glenn Miller/Samuel Howard Stept
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 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
Till I come marching home
I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me
That a 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 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
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 marching home
You're on your own where there is no phone
And I can't keep tab 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 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 till you come marching home