A Whiter Shade of Pale Songtext
von Procol Harum

We skipped a light fandango
Turned cartwheels ′cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
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 pale

She said, "I want no shore leave"
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree


Saying "you must be the mermaid
Who took Neptune for a ride"
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightaway died

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

Thank you, thank you