Procol Harum

'A whiter shade of pale'

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheel's cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

The crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought a tray

 

And so it was that later as the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale

 

She said "There is no reason and the truth is plain to see."

But I wandered through my playing cards

And would not let her be one of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were opened

They might just as well be closed

 

And so it was that later as the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale

 

And so it was that later as the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale

 

Chansons