Perhaps an abstract meditation of reasoning behind the song 'Strawberry Fields Forever'. In a strawberry dusk, a figure, John Lennon maybe, has crept through the audacious, ornate gates and escaped into a symbolic tree-limb fantasy outside Strawberry Field Home. Nothing, even the undeniable unflinching existence of the home, with its one welcoming light, is real.
Strawberry Fields Forever
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Always know, sometimes think it's me
But you know, I know when it's a dream
I think a "No," I mean a "Yes"
But it's all wrong
That is, I think I disagree
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Songwriters: George Harrison / John Winston Lennon / Paul James McCartney