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