Six long years ago
My Johnny upped and marched away
He simply said, "I love you so
And I'll be back one day"
Well, I'm still sittin' under the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Still sittin' under the apple tree
With nobody else but me
The apples are ripe on the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Apples are ripe on the apple tree
Oh, where can my Johnny be?
I just got a letter from Paris
It said, "Just a few weeks more"
I'm thinkin' of going to Paris
Just to tell him we won the War
I'm still sittin' under the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Still sittin' under the apple tree
With nobody else but me
I just got a letter from Paris
It said, "Just a few weeks more"
I'm thinkin' of going to Paris
Just to tell him we won the War
I'm still sittin' under the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Still sittin' under the apple tree
With nobody else but me
How many apples can you eat?
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Saul Chaplin
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