Have you seen it in the glen Her cottage up on chicken legs Better hope that she ain't home She'll suck the marrow from your bones Sweet old lady she is not Stick you in her stewing pot Baba Yaga Oooh Baba Yaga Ahhh Wise old crone or wicked witch Got a broom of silver birch She might give you what you need Amanita, poppy seed Sweep away all trace or track You don't want her coming back Baba Yaga Oooh Baba Yaga Ahhh Country girls or merchants' sons What's the reason you have come By compulsion or free will Or brought here by my spinning wheel Seeking apples made of gold Ask my sister she would know Baba Yaga Oooh Baba Yaga Ahhh Turn her comb into a forest When it's time for you to flee Her kerchief to a river Her mirror to the sea With her mortar and her pestle She will follow close behind You are spinning on her spindle She'll unravel you in time Lives behind a fence of skulls There's still room for just one more Served by disembodied hands Mistress of the borderlands Bony leg and iron teeth Give her something good to eat Baba Yaga Oooh Baba Yaga Ahhh Baba Yaga Ha ha ha ha ha ha Baba Yaga Baba Yaga Baba Yaga Baba Yaga