I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face Lyrics
I've grown accustomed to his face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she 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 serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his look
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
I've grown accustomed to his face
She almost makes the day begin
But I'm so used to hear his day
Good morning every day
His joys
His woes
His highs
His lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget
Like a habit
One can always break
And yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to his face