Ingrid Bergman

Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman
Let’s go make a picture
On the island of Stromboli, Ingrid Bergman
Ingrid Bergman, you’re so perty
You’d make any mountain quiver
You’d make fire fly from the crater
Ingrid Bergman
This old mountain it’s been waiting
All its life for you to work it
For your hand to touch its hardrock
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman
If you’ll walk across my camera
I will flash the world your story
I will pay you more than money, Ingrid Bergman
Not by pennies dimes nor quarters
But with happy sons and daughters
And they’ll sing around Stromboli
Ingrid Bergman