White Shade of Pale (Live)

White Shade of Pale (Live) - Joe Cocker

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

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 have 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

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