I've Grown Accustomed to Her 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

I'm very 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