From "Strictly Personal", 1968.
Beatle bones and smokin' Stones
The dry sand falls
The strawberry mouth; strawberry moth; strawberry caterpillar
Strawberry butterfly; strawberry fields
The winged eel slither on the heels of today's children
Strawberry fields forever
Yeah, roosters, ol' glass roosters, hymn to your age,
In a jazz-queen, white-red farmhouse
Tractors are crawlin’; people are calling,
Trees grow, I'm in a coach and I blow rich
Red, blue, yellow sunset
Where I set and you set; and I've loved and you've loved
And I've seen and you've seen
Chalk Man has just made his mark - and crumbled
The dark - the light - the dark - the day
Porcelain children see through white lights
Soft-cracker bats, Cheshire cats named
The Dark - the Light - the Dark - the Day
Blue veins through gray-filled tomorrows
Cellular sail-boat - ye ole feathered kind
Blow it into pond swayin’ in circles
Red, blue, yellow sunset.
Where I've set and you've set; and I’ve loved and you've loved
And I saw and you saw
Strawberry fields forever
(I've seen various versions of these lyrics elsewhere, these are as close as I can get them... The line after "Roosters, old glass roosters" eludes me. "pinned to your face"?, Hymn to your age...
This was one version I found:-
"yeah roosters ol glass roosters stick to your
race
in a drag queen live wood farmhouse
tractors are clawin people are crawlin
trees in a row climbin a coach and I blow rich
red blue yellow sunset "
Oh well....
