A Whiter Shade Of Pale - 1968 br br (Brooker Reid) br br We skipped the light fandango br Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor br I was feeling kinda seasick br But the crowd called out for more br The room was humming harder br As the ceiling flew away br When we called out for another drink br The waiter brought a tray br br And so it was that later br As the miller told his tale br That her face, at first just ghostly, br Turned a whiter shade of pale br She said, 'there is no reason br And the truth is plain to see.' br But i wandered through my playing cards br And would not let her be br One of sixteen vestal virgins br Who were leaving for the coast br And although my eyes were open br They might have just as well've been closed br She said, 'i'm home on shore leave,' br Though in truth we were at sea br So i took her by the looking glass br And forced her to agree br Saying, 'you must be the mermaid br Who took neptune for a ride.' br But she smiled at me so sadly br That my anger straightway died br br If music be the food of love br Then laughter is its queen br And ...