We skipped a light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
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
She said, "There is no reason And the truth is plain to see" But I wandered through my playing cards 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've been closed And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
Compositores: Gary Brooker (Procol Harum) (PRS), Keith Reid (PRS), Matthew Charles Fisher (Matthew Fisher) (PRS)Editor: Onward Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2003 e lançado em 1967ECAD verificado obra #3180993 e fonograma #17929222 em 26/Out/2024