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 it's life for you to work it

For your hand to touch it's hardrock

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