strawberry man

strawberry, your true love, truh-uh love for the Lord, there's dirt on your boots but you grow the food, so you see its might (its might) reincarnation (in this incarnation, oh) (I'm the daughter of the strawberry man) daughter of the strawberry man strawberry fields strawberry strawberry strawberry all over the fields, aaaaaahhhaahaw aah I am the daughter of the strawberry man all my life I've been picking fresh strawberries and you know I like like like like like like like to be the daughter of the strawberry man aaah ah! strawberry fields in every single dream, still think it's a coincidence ...But I know this field too well. I wake up in the blessed light of sunday morning ooh tell me father, tell me, strawberry man, why aren't we in church on sundays, where is the sweetness of the past? are strawberries real? why can't my life be simple, or is it this complicated for all? [end of lyrics, fade out]