A Whiter Shade Of Pale / Procol Harum

 

 

Procol Harum
A Whiter Shade Of Pale / Procol Harum

We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels cross the floor.

I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more.

The room was humming harder
And 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 open
They might just just have well been 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.
 

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