Bernard Cribbins — Ive Grown Accustomed to Her Face

[Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] [Verse 2] 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