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