A Whiter Shande of Pale Songtext
von Sarah Brightman

We skipped the light Fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But 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" (and the truth is plain to see)
But I wandered through my playing cards
We would not let her in (we would not let her in)
One of 16 vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed


Until we closed that later
As the miller told his tale (as the miller told his tale)
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale