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 want to grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe is passin' 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
Sometimes happiness is a thing called Joe

Little Joe, my little Joe

Little Joe




Lyrics by Yip Harburg