Karaoké A Whiter Shade of Pale (live at the Union Chapel) Procol Harum

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feelin' kinda seasick

But the crowd called out for more

And the room was hummin' harder

As the ceilin' flew away

When we called 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 I'm home on shore leave

Goin' truth we were at sea

So I took her by the lookin' glass

And would not let her breathe

Sayin'

You must be the mermaid

That took Neptune for a ride

But she smiled at me so sadly that my anger straightway died

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 playin' cards

And would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins who were leavin' for the coast

And although my eyes were open

As 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

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale