I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face Songtext
von James Taylor

I′ve grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
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 look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

I guess I'm used to hear her say
"Good morning" every day

Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows
They're second nature to me now
Like breathing out, 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