It seem like happiness is jus' a thing called Joe

He got a smile that make the lilac wanna grow

He got a way that make the angels heave a sigh

When they know little Joe's passing by

Sometime the cabin gloomy and the table bare

Soon he kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere

Trouble fly away and life is easy go

Does he love me good? That's all I has to know

Seem like happiness is jus' a thing called Joe



(repeat above)



Little Joe, little Joe... little Joe