アイヴ・グロウン・アカスタムド・トゥ・ヒズ・フェイスの歌詞

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
every day
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

I'm very glad he is 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