| Chorus: |
| Ab | Ebm7 | F7-5 |
| Let me take you down 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields. | Nothing is real. |
| Db | Eb | F | Bbm7 | Eb | Ab | |
| And | nothing to get | hung a | bout. | Stawberry | Fields fore | ver. |
| Eb | Ebmaj7 | Eb7 | C7 | Fm | Eb | Db |
| Living is | easy with | eyes close | d, | misunder | standing's all you | see. It's getting |
| Eb7 | Ab | Eb | Fm | Eb | Db | Eb7 | Db | Ab |
| hard to be some | one but it | all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Chorus |
| Eb | Ebmaj7 | Eb7 | C7 | Fm | Eb | Db |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low. That is, |
| Eb7 | Ab | Eb | Fm | Eb | Db | Eb7 | Db | Ab | |
| you | know you can't tune | in but it's | all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Chorus |
| Eb | Ebmaj7 | Eb7 | Fm | Fm/D | Db |
| Always | know some | times think it's me. | But you know I | know and it's a | dream. |
| Eb7 | Ab | Fm | Db | Eb | Db | |
| I think I | know of thee, ah, | yes, but it's all | wrong | That is, I | think I disa | gree. |
| Chorus |