| Chorus: |
| Eb | Bbm7 | C7-5 |
| Let me take you down 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields. | Nothing is real. |
| Ab | Bb | C | Fm7 | Bb | Eb | |
| And | nothing to get | hung a | bout. | Stawberry | Fields fore | ver. |
| Bb | Bbmaj7 | Bb7 | G7 | Cm | Bb | Ab |
| Living is | easy with | eyes close | d, | misunder | standing's all you | see. It's getting |
| Bb7 | Eb | Bb | Cm | Bb | Ab | Bb7 | Ab | Eb |
| hard to be some | one but it | all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Chorus |
| Bb | Bbmaj7 | Bb7 | G7 | Cm | Bb | Ab |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low. That is, |
| Bb7 | Eb | Bb | Cm | Bb | Ab | Bb7 | Ab | Eb | |
| you | know you can't tune | in but it's | all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Chorus |
| Bb | Bbmaj7 | Bb7 | Cm | Cm/D | Ab |
| Always | know some | times think it's me. | But you know I | know and it's a | dream. |
| Bb7 | Eb | Cm | Ab | Bb | Ab | |
| I think I | know of thee, ah, | yes, but it's all | wrong | That is, I | think I disa | gree. |
| Chorus |