I've Grown Accustomed To His Face

I've grown accustomed to his face

He almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune

That 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 serenely 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 got used to hear him say "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 he's a man and he's so easy to forget

Rather like a habit you can always break

And yet, I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air

Accustomed to, to his face

Accustomed to his face

His face, his face

His face