He's Home

He’s home, he’s home, and we’re so glad

No fireworks, no marching band

But old and young, rejoice and cheer

Without him here, we’re barely here

And the seduction failed

As anyone can see

They mispronounced his name

But here at home he’s he

Come one, come all, and shout “hooray”

Our Ingmar is home today

He looks the same, no sign of tan

And in the rain, he’s right again

And the seduction failed

As anyone can see

They mispronounced his name

But here at home he’s he

Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, Bergman,

Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, Bergman,

We’d sit and wait while he was gone

The night would come, and then the dawn

Without the depth that Bergman brought

Our lives were just an afterthought

And the seduction failed

As anyone can see

They mispronounced his name

But here at home he’s he

He turns our thoughts to something deep

And make us laugh and make us weep

The unexamined life they say

Is not worth living, well, O.K.

Ah, but Bergman well, he examines all

And most of all himself,

Good night, that’s all.

Good night, that’s all.