| Chorus: |
| A | Em7 | Gb7-5 |
| Let me take you down 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields. | Nothing is real. |
| D | E | Gb | Bm7 | E | A | |
| And | nothing to get | hung a | bout. | Stawberry | Fields fore | ver. |
| E | Emaj7 | E7 | Db7 | Gbm | E | D |
| Living is | easy with | eyes close | d, | misunder | standing's all you | see. It's getting |
| E7 | A | E | Gbm | E | D | E7 | D | A |
| hard to be some | one but it | all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Chorus |
| E | Emaj7 | E7 | Db7 | Gbm | E | D |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low. That is, |
| E7 | A | E | Gbm | E | D | E7 | D | A | |
| you | know you can't tune | in but it's | all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Chorus |
| E | Emaj7 | E7 | Gbm | Gbm/D | D |
| Always | know some | times think it's me. | But you know I | know and it's a | dream. |
| E7 | A | Gbm | D | E | D | |
| I think I | know of thee, ah, | yes, but it's all | wrong | That is, I | think I disa | gree. |
| Chorus |