Procol Harem - A Whiter Shade Of Pale Lyrics

We skipped the light fandango.
And turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of sea sick,
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 pain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be.
One of sixteen vestal vergins
who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
They might 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.
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.