Bernard Cribbins
Bernard Cribbins
Bernard Cribbins
Bernard Cribbins
Bernard Cribbins
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[Verse 1]
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She 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 looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her 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
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
I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face was written by Frederick Loewe & Alan Jay Lerner.
I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face was produced by George Martin.