Procol Harum - Whiter shade of pale
Tekst: Keith Reid / Muziek: Gary Brooker en Matthew Fisher
(1967)






We skipped the light Fandango, turned cartwheels ’cross the floor
I was feeling kind of 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 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’ve 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









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