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

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

Not by pennies, dimes nor quarters
But with happy sons and daughters
And they'll sing around Stromboli

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



Credits
Writer(s): Woodrow Wilson Guthrie, Stephen William Bragg
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