This is such a jazzy little piece! The version I heard is sung by the Andrews sisters. It makes me feel so summery and happy and leaves you with images of picnics and sunshine. I also heard another version whilst watching the 2009 schools spectacular, that had been amended and rewritten. It was all very clever. So yeah, don't sit under the apple tree, with anyone else but me!
I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now I'm writing you too-oo-oo
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father
And now I want to be sure, very-very sure of you-ou
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 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 marching home
And now I'm writing you too-oo-oo
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father
And now I want to be sure, very-very sure of you-ou
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 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 marching home
I just got word from a girl who heard from the girl next door to me
The boy she 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-ee
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 marchin' home
Home-home, home sweet home
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me-ee
With anyone else but her, no-no-no, not a single sole but me
No-no-no, don't you go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
Not till you see me, not until you see me marchin' home
Home-home, home sweet home
Just wait till I come marching home
So don't go walkin' down to lovers lane
No walkin' down to Lover's Lane
Till you see me, when you see me marchin' home
Then we'll go arm in arm
And sit down under the apple tree, baby just you and me
When I come mar-arching ho-ome...
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