[Verse] In a world of colors, he paints the scene With his magic brush and his gentle dream Bob Ross, the painter with the afro hair He brings the canvas to life, in colors rare (ooh-yeah) [Chorus] Oh, Bob Ross, you're the artist with the soul You teach us how to paint and make us whole Happy little trees and happy little clouds With your gentle voice, you make us proud (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) [Verse] There's a man with a gentle touch Paintin' happy little clouds, he's got the magic rush With a stroke of his brush, colors come alive Bob Ross, the master, makin' nature thrive [Chorus] Oh, Bob Ross, you're the artist with the soul You teach us how to paint and make us whole Happy little trees and happy little clouds With your gentle voice, you make us proud (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) [Instrumental] [Verse] In the land of the rising sun, where the shadows lie We marched through the jungle, beneath the crimson sky (ooh-yeah) In the heart of darkness, far from home we'd roam With our brothers by our side, we fought for a cause unknown [Chorus] Oh, Bob Ross, you're the artist with the soul You teach us how to paint and make us whole Happy little trees and happy little clouds With your gentle voice, you make us proud (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) [Interlude] [Bridge] Gone but not forgotten, Bob Ross, you've left our world Your gentle touch upon the canvas, a masterpiece unfurled You taught us how to paint our dreams, to find the beauty in each day Your soothing voice and happy trees will forever guide our way [Verse] In a world of colors, he paints the scene With his magic brush and his gentle dream Bob Ross, the painter with the afro hair He brings the canvas to life, in colors rare (ooh-yeah) [Chorus] Oh, Bob Ross, you're the artist with the soul You teach us how to paint and make us whole Happy little trees and happy little clouds With your gentle voice, you make us proud (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) [Outro] [Narrator] Your soothing voice and happy trees will forever guide our way [Verse] In a world of colors, he paints the scene With his magic brush and his gentle dream Bob Ross, the painter with the afro hair He brings the canvas to life, in colors rare (ooh-yeah) [Chorus] Oh, Bob Ross, you're the artist with the soul You teach us how to paint and make us whole Happy little trees and happy little clouds With your gentle voice, you make us proud (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) [Outro]
