I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face
Nat King Cole Lyrics


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Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
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.

"Marry Freddy."
What an infantile idea.
What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do.
But she'll regret, she'll regret it.
It's doomed before they even take the vow!

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store.
I can see her now, not a penny in the till,
And a bill collector beating at the door.
She'll try to teach the things I taught her,
And end up selling flowers instead.

Begging for her bread and water,
While her husband has his breakfast in bed.
In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey,
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk.
She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away
With a social-climbing heiress from New York.

Poor Eliza. How simply frightful!
How humiliating! How delightful!
How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door in tears and rags.
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite.

Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls?
Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?

But I'm a most forgiving man,
The sort who never could, ever would,
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
A most forgiving man.
But, I shall never take her back,
If she were even crawling on her knees.
Let her promise to atone,
Let her shiver, let her moan,
I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!

"Marry Freddy"-h a!

But I'm so used to hear her say
"Good morning" ev'ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are 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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face" by Nat King Cole express the singer’s conflicted feelings about his ex-partner marrying someone else. He confesses that he has grown so accustomed to her in his life that he finds it hard to let go. He admits that her presence in his life had become second nature to him and that he had never thought he would miss her so much until she was gone. He anticipated that he could be independent and content without her, but he has grown too accustomed to her habits, her smiles, frowns, ups, and downs. The song creates a vivid two-part picture, with the first half reminiscing about his feelings towards her and the second half envisioning her potential downfall and possible return to him. As much as he recognizes the sadness and regret to come, he is still not willing to take her back if and when that day arrives, despite his forgiving nature. The song brings out the pain, heartbreak, and complexity of love and relationships, and the difficulty of letting go of something that has become a part of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
The singer is frustrated and overwhelmed.


I've grown accustomed to her face.
The singer has become accustomed to seeing and being around the woman.


She almost makes the day begin.
The woman brings joy and positivity to the singer's day.


I've grown accustomed to the tune that she whistles night and noon.
The artist is used to hearing the woman whistle a particular tune throughout the day.


Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in.
The artist has gotten used to all aspects of the woman's personality and they are now a natural part of life.


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.
The singer was previously satisfied with life alone, but has now become accustomed to the woman's presence and is unsure if they could go back to being alone.


"Marry Freddy." What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret, she'll regret it. It's doomed before they even take the vow!
The singer thinks the idea of the woman marrying Freddy is foolish and lacks thought. They believe she will eventually regret it and that the marriage is doomed to fail.


I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill. In a wretched little flat above a store. I can see her now, not a penny in the till, and a bill collector beating at the door.
The artist imagines the woman as poor and struggling to make ends meet in her future life with Freddy.


She'll try to teach the things I taught her, and end up selling flowers instead. Begging for her bread and water, while her husband has his breakfast in bed.
The artist believes the woman will struggle to teach Freddy as they did and will eventually resort to selling flowers to make ends meet while Freddy lives comfortably.


In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey, and the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk. She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away with a social-climbing heiress from New York.
The artist imagines the woman returning home after years of marriage, only to find that Freddy has left her for a wealthy woman.


But I'm a most forgiving man, the sort who never could, ever would, take a position and staunchly never budge. A most forgiving man. But, I shall never take her back, if she were even crawling on her knees. Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her moan, I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!
The singer claims to be forgiving, but ultimately decides that they would never take the woman back, even if she begged for forgiveness.


"Marry Freddy"- h a!
The artist repeats their rejection of the idea for the woman to marry Freddy.


But I'm so used to hear her say "Good morning" ev'ry day. Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows, are 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.
The singer is used to the woman's presence and knows her well, but is still hesitant to fully commit to her. They appreciate her but can't help but imagine a life without her.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe

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Comments from YouTube:

Donna Bennett

2020 and I still love this song by Nat King Cole.

Lawrence Driscoll

Great song! Great singer!

Kenwood Anderson

What a beautiful rendition of that classic song!

Lawrence Driscoll

Brilliant, as is much if not all of Cole!

Paul Brewer

The best interpretation I've ever heard.

MrMonroman

Love his phrasing and pauses...that's what makes him unique...let alone his superb voice!

isa tan

My gesh...he has such a lovely voice to listen to. I never get tired of listening.

Kathy Yansick

.....he sings this the best! Heartfelt and Genuine So Classy 💨☀️🌟🌹

RenMom Tha-RenaissanceSoul

A Nat King Cole Biopic is long over due!

corinto martins

Demais. 😀

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