文本歌词

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 want to 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 walking down lover's lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me anyone else but me
No no no don't go walking down lover's 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
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 marching home
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
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 marching home
Home home home sweet home
Don't go walking down lover's lane w
Ith anyone else but me
With anyone else but her no no no not a single sole but me
No no no don't you go walking down
Lover's lane with anyone else but me
Not till you see me not until you see me marching home
Home home home sweet home just wait till I come marching home
So don't go walking down to lovers lane
No walkin' down to lover's lane
Till you see me
When you see me marching home then we'll go arm in arm
And sit down under the apple tree baby
Just you and me
When I come marching home