Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree-Coleman Hawkins

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 Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Just remember that I've been true to nobody else but you So just be true to me 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 start showing off all your charms in somebody else's arms You must be true to me I'm so afraid that the plans we made underneath those moonlit skies Will fade away and you're bound to stray if the stars get in your eyes So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me You're my L-O-V-E. Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Just remember that I've been true to nobody else but you So just be true to me 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 start showing off all your charms in somebody else's arms You must be true to me I'm so afraid that the plans we made underneath those moonlit skies Will fade away and you're bound to stray if the stars get in your eyes So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me