I‘ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face

　　I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - billy eckstine

　　I've grown accustomed to her face

　　She almost makes my day begin

　　I've grown accustomed to the tune

　　That 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 serenly 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

　　I've grown accustomed to her face

　　She almost makes my day begin

　　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