I will flash the world your story
Not by pennies, dimes nor quarters
Ingrid Bergman
For your hand to touch its hard rock
Ingrid Bergman
Ingrid Bergman, you're so perty
But with happy sons and daughters
All its life for you to work it
This old mountain, it's been waiting
For your hand to touch its hard rock
All its life for you to work it
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman
This old mountain, it's been waiting
You'd make fire fly from the crater
And they'll sing around Stromboli
Ingrid Bergman
If you'll walk across my camera
I will pay you more than money
You'd make any mountain quiver
On the island of Stromboli, Ingrid Bergman
