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 village town,
And the song that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown.
And 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.