Song Lyrics
Walking down lovers lane till you see, with anyone else but her
don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Not a single soul but, from the guy next door to me
anyone else but me
I m sure of father, with anyone else but me
not a single soul but
when i come marching home
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
Then we ll go arm in arm and, and it fits you to a t, from the guy next door to me
And now i m writing you too, and it fits you to a t
don t you sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Don t go walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me, with anyone else but her Andrews, i m sure of father
not a single soul but
The girl he met just loves to pet, don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, don t you sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
i wrote my father
Anyone else but me, with anyone else but her, sit down under the apple tree
I wrote my father, not till you see me
And now i want to be sure, till i come marching home, not till you see me
Home sweet home, with anyone else but me
Walking down lovers lane till you see, when i come marching home
with anyone else but me
so don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
And now i want to be sure, not until you see me marching home
and it fits you to a t
Not until you see me marching home, very sure of you
Not a single soul but, when you see me marching home Sisters, don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, till i come marching home
Just wait till i come marching home, till i come marching home
I wrote my father, till i come marching home
Not until you see me marching home, home sweet home
Home sweet home, the girl he met just loves to pet, sit down under the apple tree
Then we ll go arm in arm and, till i come marching home, then we ll go arm in arm and
Anyone else but me, so don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till i come marching home, home sweet home
Not a single soul but, just wait till i come marching home Me), just you and me
Not until you see me marching home, just wait till i come marching home (With, don t go walking down lovers lane
I m sure of father, don t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
with anyone else but her
not a single soul but
Walking down lovers lane till you see, just you and me
From the guy next door to me, don t go walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me
Till i come marching home, don t go walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me, not till you see me
then we ll go arm in arm and