☆~ A Whiter Shade Of Pale / Procol Harum / 바람그리기 ~☆

A Whiter Shade Of Pale / Procol Harum        We skipped the 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      But 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 the sixteen vestal virgins      Who are leaving for the coast      And although my eyes were open      They might just as well 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