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Song lyrics to Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (1942) by Lew Brown and Charles Tobias
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Song lyrics to “Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree“. It’s a popular song, made famous by Glenn Miller and by the Andrews Sisters during World War II. The lyrics are the words of two young lovers who pledge their fidelity while one of them is away in the war.

Song lyrics to Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (1942) by Lew Brown and Charles Tobias

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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 Lovers’ Lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Don’t go walking down Lovers’ 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 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
With anyone else but her, no, no, no
Not a single soul 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 Lovers’ Lane with anyone else but me
With anyone else but her, no, no, no
Not a single soul but me, no, no, no
Don’t you go walking down Lovers’ Lane with anyone else but me
Not till you see me
Not until you see me marching home
Home, home, home, sweet home
Can’t wait till I come marching home

Don’t go walking down Lovers’ Lane
No walking down Lovers’ Lane
Till you see me
When you see me marching home
Then we’ll go arm in arm

We’ll sit down under the apple tree
Baby just you and me
When I come marching home

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