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