Mother Berchta’s Coming To Town
You better watch out when winter comes night
You better not doubt, I’m telling you why.
Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
She carries a sack made out of a skin
She dumps the toys out and stuffs the kids in,
Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
She rides on Ashurskeggi
A goat whose back is strong.
Her beard is long and scraggly
And her tail is ten feet long!
With six or eight horns, a moustache or two,
Make no mistake, she’s coming for you!
Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
She knows with whom you’re sleeping,
She knows with whom you wake,
She knows each thought you’re thinking
So don’t think, for Goddess sake!
So when the winds howl way up in the sky
Listen as she and Skeggi pass by.
Mother Berchta’s coming,
Mother Berchta’s coming,
Yes, Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
You better not doubt, I’m telling you why.
Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
She carries a sack made out of a skin
She dumps the toys out and stuffs the kids in,
Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
She rides on Ashurskeggi
A goat whose back is strong.
Her beard is long and scraggly
And her tail is ten feet long!
With six or eight horns, a moustache or two,
Make no mistake, she’s coming for you!
Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
She knows with whom you’re sleeping,
She knows with whom you wake,
She knows each thought you’re thinking
So don’t think, for Goddess sake!
So when the winds howl way up in the sky
Listen as she and Skeggi pass by.
Mother Berchta’s coming,
Mother Berchta’s coming,
Yes, Mother Berchta’s coming to town!
Sung to the tune of Santa Clause is Coming to Town
Lyrics rewritten by The Greenwood Singers, a Seattle based Pagan Chorus.
Blessings dark and deep!
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