Procol Harum - A whiter shade of pale

^CWe ski^Empped the light fandango ^{Am C F}Turned cartwhe^Amels 'cross the floor ^{Dm F G}I was feel^G7ing kind of seasick^{Em G7 C}But the crow^Emd called out for more ^{Am C F}The room^Am was humming harder ^{Dm F G}As the ceili^G7ng flew away ^{Em G7 C}When we called^Em out for another dr^Amink ^{C F}The wait^Amer brought a tray ^{Dm G7}

^FAs the mil^Amler told his tale ^{Dm F G}That her face^G7 at first just ghostly^{Em G7} Turned a whiter ^Cshade o^Ff pale ^{C G7}

^FAnd the trut^Amh is plain to see....^Dm.. ^F G G7 Em ^G7But I wandered through my playing cards ^CAnd woul^Emd not let her be ^{Am C} / F Am Dm F One of sixteen vestal virgins ^GWho were leavin^G7g for the coast ^{Em G7 C}And althoug^Emh my eyes were open ^{Am C} F Am Dm ^G7They might just as well been closed (Refrain) And so it was that later