All By Myself

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

So In Love



Sing to me, Mr. C., sing to me

the song that I've been waiting to hear,

just for me, Mr. C., just for me,

and everybody else will disappear . . .



I'd love to rest my weary head

on somebody's shoulder

I hate to grow older

all by myself!



All by myself, in the mornin'

all by myself in the night

I sit alone with a table and a chair

so unhappy there, playin' solitaire



All by myself, I get lonely

watchin' the clock on the shelf

I'd love to rest my weary head

on somebody's shoulder

I hate to grow older

all by myself!



All by myself, I get lonely

watchin' the clock on the shelf

I'd love to rest my weary head

on somebody's shoulder

I hate to grow older

all by myself!



I've grown accustomed to her face,

she almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune

she whistles night an' 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 looks

accustomed to her voice

accustomed to her face!



Strange dear, but true dear

when I'm close to you dear

the stars fill the sky

so in love with you am I



Even without you

my arms fold about you

you know darling why?

so in love with you am I



In love with the night mysterious

the night when you first were there