A Whiter Shade Of Pale
Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
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 later
So much later, so much later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
So much later, so much later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter shade of pale