A Whiter Shade Of Pale ..,,The Box Tops

 

 

 A Whiter Shade Of Pale ...The Box Tops

 

 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 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 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