A Whiter Shade of Pale              Procol Harum

 

C

We skipped the light fandango

F

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

G

I was feeling kind of seasick

              C

But the crowd called out for more

F

The room was humming harder

G

As the ceiling flew away

C

When we called out for another drink

F

The waiter brought a tray

 

 

                C

And so it was that later

F

As the miller told his tale

G

That her face at first just ghostly

                 C  F               C  G7  

Turned a whiter shade of pale

 

 

C

She said there is no reason

F

And the truth is plain to see

G

But I wandered through my playing cards

         C

And would not let her be

F

One of sixteen vestal virgins

G

Who were leaving for the coast

C

And although my eyes were open

F

They might just as well been closed

 

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