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 little Joe
He's passin' by
Sometimes the
Cabin's gloomy
And the table's
Bare
But then he'll
Kiss me and it's
Christmas
Everywhere
All my troubles
Fly away and
Life is easy go
Oh 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..