I've Grown 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 an' 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!