Eh I By - Canvas of Serenity Lyrics

In the quiet town of St. John's, a paint brush he did know,
Lived an artist named Chris Pratt, whose art would softly glow.
With a brush and steady hand, he captured light and shade,
In the landscapes of Newfoundland, where his heart was gently laid.

Christopher Pratt, with your canvas of serenity,
You painted the world with your identity.
From the rugged coastlines to the quiet rooms inside,
Your art tells a story where beauty and stillness reside.

From Mount Allison's halls to Glasgow's distant shores,
He honed his craft with passion, always seeking more.
With every stroke and etching, he brought life to the still,
In the silent beauty of his works, there's a timeless thrill.

Christopher Pratt, with your canvas of serenity,
You painted the world with your identity.
From the rugged coastlines to the quiet rooms inside,
Your art tells a story where beauty and stillness reside.

Landscapes and seascapes, interiors so pure,
Each piece a meditation, each line and edge so sure.
In the play of light and shadow, in the depth of every hue,
You captured the essence of a land both wild and true.

January on the Main, and Boat in Sand so fine,
In every work, a whisper of the Newfoundland coastline.
Though the world may change around us, your art will always stay,
A testament to quiet strength, in a softly spoken way.

Christopher Pratt, with your canvas of serenity,
You painted the world with your identity.
From the rugged coastlines to the quiet rooms inside,
Your art tells a story where beauty and stillness reside.

So here's to Christopher Pratt, with a legacy so bright,
Your paintings are our windows to a world of purest light.
In every careful detail, in every thoughtful line,
Your spirit lives forever, in your artistry divine.