Текст песни A White Shade of Peale - Pholhas

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

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

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