Ive Grown Accustomed To His Face by Doris Day Lyrics

I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That 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 her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

But I'm so used to hear him day
"Good morning" ev'ry 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 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

But I'm so used to hear him day
"Good morning" ev'ry 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 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