Tending The Wrong Grave For 23 Years

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

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

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

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