I've Grown Accustomed to Your Face - Gordon MacRae

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 independant

And content before we met

Surely I could always be that way again

And yet I’ve grown to her looks

Accustomed to her voice

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)

(I've grown accustomed to her face)

She almost makes the day begin

(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

(Are second nature to me now)

Like breathing out and breathing in

(Like breathing out and breathing in)