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.