Tekst en muziek: Lew Brown, Charlie Tobias en Sam H. Stept
(1942)
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 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 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 marchin’ home
Home-home, home sweet home
Don’t go walkin’ down Lover’s Lane 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 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 marching home