I've Grown Accustomed To His Face Lyrics
I've Grown Accustomed To His Face - Doris Day
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
He whistles night and noon
Her smiles her frowns
Her ups her 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 her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
Accustomed to her face
He makes the day begin
Her joys her woes her highs her lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm every grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her face