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, in the little village town,
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And the song that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown.
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And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above:
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"Lead us not into temptation, 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, ‘Twas a great day in his life,
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Cause the song that they were singing was for Jimmy and his wife.
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And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above:
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"Lead us not into temptation, bless, O 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 gray,
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A soul winged its way to heaven.
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Jimmy Brown had passed away.
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Just one lonely bell was ringing, in the little village town,
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‘Twas farewell that it was singing to our buddy Jimmy Brown.
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And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above:
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"Lead us not into temptation, may his soul find the salvation
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Of thy great eternal love."
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Three Bells
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| The Browns |
