A Whiter Shade of Pale (Guitar Version Live) Lyrics

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 trayAnd 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 have just as well've been closedAnd so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of paleAnd so it was that later
Songwriters
GARY BROOKER, KEITH REIDPublished by
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