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
But 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

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