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…