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 hard rock

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

This old mountain it's been waiting

All its life for you to work it

For your hand to touch its hard rock

Ingrid Bergman

Ingrid Bergman