Happiness is a Thing Called Joe

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