Текст песни I've Grown Accustomed To His Face - Kay Starr

I′ve grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes my day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
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 looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Just accustomed to his face