Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Through candle light flickering upon my pillow
My baby love smiles with her sparkling eyes
She heaves and she sighs in her breast
That's as fresh as a rose bud that's ready to bloom
In her silken dress that clings to her perfect body
She flowers like the golden sun in May time
And my blood's a-rising faster now
As one by one she unbuttons her dress
And naked she pulls me to her bosom
She is the stream and I am the fish to guide her
She is the golden corn in the sun
And I am a field mouse and in her I'll run
Oh doctor, doctor, tell me what I have done wrong
'Twas but a dream and when I woke up she had gone
And my money too I cannot see
So tell me how will I pay thee
Doctor, Doctor was written by Bert Jansch.