I'll be seeing you; In all the old, familiar places; That this heart of mine embraces; All day through. In that small cafe; The park across the way; The children's carousel; The chestnut tree; The wishing well. I'll be seeing you; In every lovely, summer's day; And everything that's bright 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
I'll be seeing you; In every lovely, summer's day; And everything that's bright 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; I've grown accustomed to her face But I'll be seeing you.