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 frowns,
his highs,
his ups,
his downs Are second nature to me
And now
it's like breathing out
and breathing in
I was serenely
independent And content before we met
Surely I can 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 grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
And I'm so 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 fellow
And so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always shake
And yet
I've grown accustomed
to the touch Of
something in the air
Accustomed to his face