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