A Whiter shade of pale - Procol Harum

 

Strophe) 

We skipped the light fandango 

turned cartwheels cross the floor 

I was feeling kinda seasick 

but the crowd called out for more 

The room was humming harder 

as the ceiling flew away 

Ehen we called out for another drink 

the waiter brought a tray 

 

Refrain) 

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 

 

 

Strophe) 

She said there is no reason 

And the truth is plain to see 

But I wandered through my playing carks 

Would not let her be 

One of sixteen vestal virgins 

Who were leaving for the coast 

And although my eyes were o pen 

They might just as well been closed

 

Refrain) 

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