Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree

(with anyone else but me), a WW2 popular song, 1942.
words and music by Lew Brown, Charlie Tobias, and Sam H. Stept

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The sheet music:

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Accompaniment track:

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Lyrics

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
Now I wanna be sure of you

Chorus
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
‘Til 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
‘Til 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
‘Til I come marching home

Chorus
Don’t start countin’ the stars above with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don’t start singin’ those songs of love
We’ll do ’em in harmony
When I come marching home
Wrap your kisses in cellophane
Don’t give ’em away for free
Keep ’em exclusivly, salted away for me
Yes! Yes! Yes!
I’m on record, I’m talkin’ plain
You’re gettin’ the third degree
When I come marching home
I told the gang the whole shebang
That you were sweet and true
They ran right in and came right back
With a photograph of you, So
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
‘Til I come marching home

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Sung here by Fred Feild: