"Ingrid Bergman" by Wilco

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 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