Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with Anyone Else but Me) - Jonny Greenwood

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

With anyone else but me

With anyone else but me

No, no, no, don’t sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

I just got word from the guy who works

For the guy next door to me

The girl he met

Just loves to pet

And she’ll fit 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

Anyone else but me

No, no, no, not a single soul but me

No, no, no, don’t you sit