I've grown accustomed to his faceHe almost makes the day beginI've grown accustomed to the tuneHe whistles night and noonHis smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing inI was serenely independent and content before we metSurely I could always be that way again and yetI've grown accustomed to his looksAccustomed to his voiceAccustomed to his faceI've gottеn used to hearin' him say "good morning" evеry dayHis joys, his woes, his highs, his lowsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing inI'm very grateful he's a man and so easy to forgetRather like a habit, one can always break and yetI've grown accustomed to the traceOf something in the airAccustomed to his face