Whiter Shade Of Pale
Kieth Reid/Gary Brooker
We skipped the light Fandango
And turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called for another drink
The waiter bought a tray

CHORUS:
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 all though my eyes were open
They might aswell been closed

CHORUS

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Thanks to Benjamin Fitzpatrick for submitting these lyrics.