Ingrid Bergman

Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman Let's go make a picture On the island of Stromboli Ingrid Bergman Ingrid Bergman, you're so pretty 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