A WHITER SHADE OF PALE - RICHIE - PROCOL HARUM - Richard Pereira - [email protected] - Richie - richardpereiramusic.com
We skipped the light fandango .. Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of 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 could 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