In '98 used to pick berries

Over and over just to clean 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 fields

Take me back to strawberry fields

Take me back to strawberry fields

Take me back to...