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!