A whiter shade of pale
Written by Keith Reed and Gary Brooker / Performed by Procol Harum
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 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 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 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
A WHITER SHADE OF PALE
Words & Music by Matthew Fisher, Keith Reid and Gary Brooker TRO- Copyright 1967 by ONWARD MUSIC LTD. London England Rights for Japan controlled by TRO ESSEX JAPAN LTD. Tokyo Authorized for sale in Japan only