A Whiter Shade Of Pale

WORDS, MUSIC BY KEITH REID AND GARY BROOKER
PERFORMED BY PROCOL HARUM

Tabulated for the harmonica by William Owens

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We skipped the light fan-dan-go

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turned cart-wheels cross the floor.

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I was feel-ing kind of sea-sick

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the crowd called out for more.

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The room was hum-ming hard-er

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As the ceil-ing flew a-way-

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When we called out for an-oth-er drink

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The wait-er brought a tray-

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And so it was that lat-er

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As the mill-er told his tale-

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That her face at first just ghost-ly

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Turned a whit-er-- shade of pale--.

verse 2.
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 just have 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.