| Chorus: |
| Gb | Dbm7 | Eb7-5 |
| Let me take you down 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields. | Nothing is real. |
| B | Db | Eb | Abm7 | Db | Gb | |
| And | nothing to get | hung a | bout. | Stawberry | Fields fore | ver. |
| Db | Dbmaj7 | Db7 | Bb7 | Ebm | Db | B |
| Living is | easy with | eyes close | d, | misunder | standing's all you | see. It's getting |
| Db7 | Gb | Db | Ebm | Db | B | Db7 | B | Gb |
| hard to be some | one but it | all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Chorus |
| Db | Dbmaj7 | Db7 | Bb7 | Ebm | Db | B |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low. That is, |
| Db7 | Gb | Db | Ebm | Db | B | Db7 | B | Gb | |
| you | know you can't tune | in but it's | all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Chorus |
| Db | Dbmaj7 | Db7 | Ebm | Ebm/D | B |
| Always | know some | times think it's me. | But you know I | know and it's a | dream. |
| Db7 | Gb | Ebm | B | Db | B | |
| I think I | know of thee, ah, | yes, but it's all | wrong | That is, I | think I disa | gree. |
| Chorus |