I've Grown Accustomed to His/Her Face

I've Grown Accustomed to His/Her Face - ANNIE ROSS

I've grown accustomed to his face

He almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune

He whistles night and noon

His smiles his frowns

His ups his downs

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenly independent

And content before we met

Surely I could always be that way again and yet

I've grown accustomed to his looks

Accustomed to his voice

Accustomed to his face

I've grown accustomed to his face

He almost makes the day begin

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenly independent

And content before we met

Surely I could always be that way again and yet

I've grown accustomed to his looks

Accustomed to his voice

Accustomed to his face