| Chorus: |
| E | Bm7 | Db7-5 |
| Let me take you down 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields. | Nothing is real. |
| A | B | Db | Gbm7 | B | E | |
| And | nothing to get | hung a | bout. | Stawberry | Fields fore | ver. |
| B | Bmaj7 | B7 | Ab7 | Dbm | B | A |
| Living is | easy with | eyes close | d, | misunder | standing's all you | see. It's getting |
| B7 | E | B | Dbm | B | A | B7 | A | E |
| hard to be some | one but it | all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Chorus |
| B | Bmaj7 | B7 | Ab7 | Dbm | B | A |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low. That is, |
| B7 | E | B | Dbm | B | A | B7 | A | E | |
| you | know you can't tune | in but it's | all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Chorus |
| B | Bmaj7 | B7 | Dbm | Dbm/D | A |
| Always | know some | times think it's me. | But you know I | know and it's a | dream. |
| B7 | E | Dbm | A | B | A | |
| I think I | know of thee, ah, | yes, but it's all | wrong | That is, I | think I disa | gree. |
| Chorus |