| There’s a village hidden deep in the valley
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| Among the pine trees half forlorn
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| And there on a sunny morning
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| Little Jimmy Brown was born.
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| All the chapel bells were ringing
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| In the little valley town
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| And the songs that they were singing
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| Was for baby Jimmy Brown.
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| And the little congregation
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| Prayed for guidance from above
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| Lead us not into temptation
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| Bless this hour of meditation
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| Guide him with eternal love.
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| There’s a village hidden deep in the valley
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| Beneath the mountains high above
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| And there twenty years thereafter
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| Jimmy was to meet his love.
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| All the chapel bells were ringing
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| Twas a great day in his life
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| For the songs that they were singing
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| Was for Jimmy and his wife.
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| And the little congregation
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| Prayed for guidance from above
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| Lead us not into temptation
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| Bless oh Lord this celebration
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| May their lives be filled with love.
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| From the village hidden deep in the valley
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| One rainy morning dark and grey
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| A soul which wait in the heaven
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| Jimmy Brown had passed away.
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| Just the lonely bell was ringing
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| In the little valley town
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| Twas there will it was singing
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| To our good old Jommy Brown
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| And the little congregation
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| Prayed for guidance from above
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| Lead us not into temptation
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| May his soul find this salvation
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| Of Thy great eternal love… |