I've Grown Accustomed To His Face Lyrics

Caterina Valente I've Grown Accustomed To His Face

I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That he whistles night and noon
His smiles, his frowns
His ups, his 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 his look
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face

He's 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 his look
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face...