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 my 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 the 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 the hard rock, Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman. Words by Woody Guthrie, set to music by Billy Bragg. © 1998 Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
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