It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs wanna grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know my littleJoe, he’s passing by

Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table’s bare
Then he’ll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
All my troubles fly away and life is easy go
But does he love me good? That's all I need to know 
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe, 
Joe, Joe, Joe, little Joe