It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe

He's got a smile that makes the lilac want to grow

He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh

When they know little Joe's passing by

Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare

Then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere

Troubles fly away and life is easy go

Does he love me good that's all I need to know

Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe

Little Joe little Joe little Joe