Strawberry Fields - Jess Glynne

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