(John Lennon - Paul McCartney)
A                                      Em
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
F#7                   D              F#
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about
   D                 A
Strawberry Fields forever

   E         E+7       E7          F#m                         D
   Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see
                 E7         A                       F#m
   It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
   D           E7             D A
   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 I think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream
   I think a "no" will be a "yes", but it's all wrong
   That is, I think I disagree

A                                      Em
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
F#7                   D              F#
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about
   D                 A    F#m
Strawberry Fields forever
   D                 A
Strawberry Fields forever
   D        E        D    A
Strawberry Fields forever

(Cat Sevens - Farjehon)
              C Dm   G              F  C
Morning has broken, like the first morning
                Em Am  D7             G
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
  C             F         C             Am D
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
  G                C  F     G7            C
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

             D  Em     A           G  D
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
            F#m  Hm    E          A
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
  D           G        D           Hm E
Praise with elation, praise every morning
 A         D  G  A7          D
God's recreation of the new day

(Jack Bruce, Eric Clapton - Pete Brown)
      A       G    A    E D C A
It's getting near dawn,
              G          A
When lights close their tired eyes.
              G     A
I'll soon be with you my love,
             G  A
To give you my dawn surprise.

         D           C       D
   I'll be with you darling now,
                 C    D                           A G A E D C A
   I'll be with you when the stars begins falling.

      E          G      D
      I've been waiting so long
      E       G        D
      To be where I'm going
      E       G       D        E
      In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shining through on you.
I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.

   I'll stay with you darling now,
   I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up.

      I've been waiting so long
      To be where I'm going
      In the sunshine of your love.

(Jimi Hendrix)
          Em        D   A G
Here goes Ezy, Ezy Ryder
 Em                           D
Riding down the highway of desire.
              Em                 D     A G
He said the free wind takes him higher
  Em                        D
Trying to find his heaven above,
                  Em   D
He's dying to be loved
 A     G     Em
Dying to be loved.

He's tellin' me livin' is so magic
Something is forever so he claims
He's talkin' 'bout lyin' It's so tragic baby
But don't you worry 'bout today
We got freedom comin' our way,
Freedom's comin' our way

   Em
   How long do you think he is gonna last
   Carryin' on outta gas

      G           A
      See all the others say
        Hm
      "Do what you please"
       G                        A
      Gotta get the brothers together
               Hm
      And the right to be free

      In a cloud of angel dust
      I think I see me a freak
      Hey motorcycle mama
      You gonna marry me?

There goes Ezy, Ezy Ryder
Ridin' down the highway of desire
He says the free wind takes him higher
Searching for his heaven above
But he's dyin' to be loved,
Dyin' to be loved