He’s Home

[The happy Swedish people]:
He's home, he's home, and we're so glad
No fireworks, no marching band
But old and young, rejoice and cheer
Without him here, we're barely here

And the seduction failed
As anyone can see
They mispronounced his name
But here at home he's he

Come one, come all, and shout "hooray"
Our Ingmar is home today
He looks the same, no sign of tan
And in the rain, he's right again

And the seduction failed
As anyone can see
They mispronounced his name
But here at home he's he

Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, Bergman
Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, Bergman

We'd sit and wait while he was gone
The night would come, and then the dawn
Without the depth that Bergman brought
Our lives were just an afterthought

And the seduction failed
As anyone can see
They mispronounced his name
But here at home he's he

He turns our thoughts to something deep
And make us laugh and make us weep
The un-examined life they say
Is not worth living, well, O.K

Ah, but Bergman well, he examines all
And most of all himself
Good night, that's all

[Ingmar Bergman]:
Good night, that's all