A                         D
A mistake has been made it's a fact they can't hide
           Bm                     E
Though I'm partly to blame it can not be denied
            A                    D               Bm
There ain't no use defending, it seems I've been tending
    D               E            A      E
The wrong grave for twenty three years.

  A                       D
A letter dropped on to my doormat one day
      Bm                            E
And I thought I'll ignore that - it might go away
      A                        D               Bm
And I took up my shears to the place where for years
      D             E           A     E7
I presumed my sweet darling had lain.

A                               D
Curse those in charge of plots, curse these forget-me-nots
          Bm                                             E    E7
I've been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McCrae
A                       D
I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable
       Bm                                                E    E7
Ah but she wouldn't know 'cos she's two hundred metres away.

    A                        D             Bm
I'm numb from the sting that I've been tending
    D               E            A      E
The wrong grave for twenty three years,
     A                      D         Bm
Oh I walked up in Autumn, I ran up in spring
       D               E            A     E
To the wrong grave for twenty three years,
   A                              D            Bm
Oh ding a ling a ling a ling, now ain't that a thing
    D               E            A       E
The wrong grave for twenty three years,
    D               E            A       E
The wrong grave for twenty three years
    D               E            D       E
The wrong grave for twenty three years.