I’ve grown accustomed to her face           She almost makes my 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’ve grown accustomed to her face           She al - most makes the day begin         I’ve gotten 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 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