Ingrid Bergman Lyrics - Billy Bragg

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