Lyrics

Wizened hag of a hundred names; same old tales to tell;
Wanders up to the world sometimes from her hole in the heart of hell.
Baba Jaga --- Baba Jaga.

Back bent over in a widow’s hump; red baboushka on her head.
Devil’s hungry for a human heart; Mother keeps him fed.
Baba Jaga --- Baba Jaga

(chorus)
She knew everything the devil knows; taught her baby well.
Sleeps at night on the devi’ls right in their hole at the heart of hell.
Their hole at the heart of hell.

She knows hollows of the human heart: The evil that men do.
Ask her in and pour the wine --- maybe she’ll tell you.
Baba Jaga --- Baba Jaga.
But I don’t want to know what you know I know ---
Don’t want to care where you’ve been.
Evil seeps from the hole in your heart and the devil sleeps again.
Baba Jaga --- Baba Jaga. (chorus)

Baba Jaga --- Baba Jaga.