Ingrid Bergman  - Woody Guthrie

    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


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