A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

PROCUL HARUM

INTRO: D  F#m  Bm  D  G  Bm  Em  Em7

           A  A7   F#m  A  D  Em7  A  A7

D                        F#m       Bm    D

   We skipped the light fandango

G                                      Bm       Em Em7

   And turned cartwheels across the floor

A          A7                  F#m  A

   I was feeling kind of seasick

D            F#m                      Bm     D/A

   But the crowd called out for more

G       Bm                         Em    Em7 

   The room was humming harder

A          A7                F#m   A/E

   As the ceiling flew away

D                 F#m               Bm          D/A  G    

   When we called out for another drink, 

         Bm                    Em7 A7

   The waiter brought a tray

	               D  F#m      Bm  D/A

	And so it was     that later

	G          Bm                 Em  Em7

	   As the miller told his tale

	A               A7                    F#m   A/E

	   That her face at first just ghostly

	               D     G               D  A7

	Turned a whiter shade of pale

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 as well have been closed