in ’98 used to pick berries
over and over just to clear my mind
and now the strawberry fields, they wait for me
without you there we lose time
that was your thing, so i
but now i need to find mine
need the dry air to let me breathe
to find a way just to be me
take me back to strawberry feilds
take me back to strawberry feilds
take me back to strawberry feilds
take me back to…