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 it´s 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 more than money, Ingrid Bergman. Not by pennies dimes no quarters, but with happy sons and daughters. And they´ll sing around Stromboli, Ingrid Bergman. This old mountain it is been waiting all it´s life for you to work it. For your hand to touch it´s hardrock, Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman.

( Lyrics : Woody Guthrie (1950), music : Billy Bragg (1996) ).

Life is been waiting a quiver fire. I will sing around it.