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