Текст песни: Tending the Wrong Grave for 23 Years + перевод

A mistake has been made

It’s a fact they can’t hide

Though I’m partly to blame, it cannot be denied

There ain’t no use defending

It seems I’ve been tending

The wrong grave for 23 years

A letter dropped onto my doormat one day

And I thought: «I'll ignore that, it might go away»

And I took up my shears

To the place where for years

I presumed my sweet darling had lain

Curse those in charge of plots

Curse these forget-me-nots

I’ve been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McGray

I’m inconsolable and at times uncontrollable

Ah but she wouldn’t know 'cos she’s two hundred metres away

Let’s complain…

On my long weary journey back home I took the less frequented path and ended up

in the Meadow of Consolation. It was a magical place — I half expected a nymph

to appear, shyly from out of the brake. Some not unexpected sheep from the

brushwood; and me dressed as a dandy in practice for the Summer Eights… even

the glebe cow started to drool… but then, almost inevitably, Claire Rayner

appeared

I’m numb from the sting

That I’ve been tending

The wrong grave for 23 years

I walked up in autumn, I ran up in spring

To the wrong grave for 23 years

Oh ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling

Now ain’t that a thing

The wrong grave for 23 years

The wrong grave for 23 years

The wrong grave for 23 years

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