A5 D5 A mistake has been made it's a fact they can't hide B5 E5 Though I'm partly to blame it can not be denied A5 D5 B5 There ain't no use defending, it seems I've been tending D5 E5 A5 E5 The wrong grave for twenty three years. A5 D5 A letter dropped on to my doormat one day B5 E5 And I thought I'll ignore that - it might go away A5 D5 B5 And I took up my shears to the place where for years D5 E5 A5 E5 I presumed my sweet darling had lain. A5 D5 Curse those in charge of plots, curse these forget-me-nots B5 E5 E5 I've been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McCrae A5 D5 I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable B5 E5 E5 Ah but she wouldn't know 'cos she's two hundred metres away. A5 D5 B5 I'm numb from the sting that I've been tending D5 E5 A5 E5 The wrong grave for twenty three years, A5 D5 B5 Oh I walked up in Autumn, I ran up in spring D5 E5 A5 E5 To the wrong grave for twenty three years, A5 D5 B5 Oh ding a ling a ling a ling, now ain't that a thing D5 E5 A5 E5 The wrong grave for twenty three years, D5 E5 A5 E5 The wrong grave for twenty three years D5 E5 D5 E5 The wrong grave for twenty three years.