It seems like happiness is just a thing called 
JoeHe's got a smile that makes the lilac wanta 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
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 
JoeLittle 
Joe, little 
Joe, little 
Joe