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