I'll Be Seeing You / I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Barbra Streisand

I’ll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places

That this heart of mine embraces

All day and through

In that small cafe

The park across the way

The children’s carousel

The chestnut trees, the wishing well

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day

In everything that’s light and gay

I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day

In everything that’s light and gay

I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you

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 and 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 looks, accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face

She’s second nature to me now

Like breathing out and 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