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 its life for you to work it

For your hand to touch its 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



Words: woody guthrie 1950 - music: billy bragg