Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman
Let's go make a picture On the island of Stromboli
Ingrid Bergman You'd make any mountain quiver
Ingrid Bergman, you're so perty 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.
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