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