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

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 grown accustomed to his face

He almost makes the day begin

I've gotten used to hear him say

Good morning everyday

His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out, breathing in

I'm very glad he's a man 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 his face