I?ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face Lyrics

She almost makes the day begin. I?ve grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, herdowns, 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. And I?m so used to hear her say ? good morning ? every day. Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows, Are second nature to me now. Like breathing out and breathing in. I?m very glad that 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.?