I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
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

Oh, I love to hear her say
"Good morning," everyday
Her joys, her woes, her highs and her lows
They're second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

I'm so 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
That face