A Whiter Shade Of Pale

A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Various Artists

Written by：Gary Brooker/Keith Reid

I 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

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 as well been closed

And so it was later as the miller told his tale

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

And so it was later as the miller told his tale

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

Whiter shade of pale