I wrote 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 wanna 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 the 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 sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Not 'till you see me
Not untill 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 untill you see me marching home
Home home home sweet home
Just wait 'till I come marching home 

So, don't go walking down the lovers lane
No, walking down the lovers lane
Do you see me
When you see me marching 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