I’ve Grown Accustomed to His Face Songtext
von Caterina Valente & Silvio Francesco

I′ve grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the 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 his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say
Good morning everyday
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lown
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I′m very grateful he′s a man
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 his face
To his face
To his face.