Procol Harum - De um tom mais claro que a palidez

 We skipped the light fandango

 turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

 I was feeling kinda 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

 would not let her be.

 One of sixteen vestal virgins

 who were leaving for the coast

 and although my eyes were open

 they might have just as well've 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.

      Gary Booker afirmou recentemente que o tema desta canção - muito difícil de traduzir - é a sedução de uma rapariga bêbada num bar. Tal qual como a geração de 60 visitou a vida.