It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe 

He's got a smile that makes the lilacs 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 gloomey and the table's bare 

But then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere 

Trouble's 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 



Repeat second verse 



Little Joe, my little Joe, little Joe!