A Whiter Shade Of Pale

	  		

Intro: A F#m D Bm E C#m E A D E 

   A                    F#m   D 
We skipped the light fandango 
                             Bm    E7 
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor 
      E             C#m     E7  A 
I was feeling kinda seasick 
                             F#m   D 
but the crowd called out for more 
                     Bm     E7 
The room was humming harder 
       E            C#m   E7  A 
as the ceiling flew away 
                               F#m   D 
When we called out for another drink 
                     Bm 
the waiter brought a tray 

E7  E  E7 A    E    F#m    D 
And so it was  that later 
                       Bm   E7 
as the miller told his tale 
         E        E7         C#m     E 
that her face, at first just ghostly,          
         A     D          A   E7  
turned a whiter  shade of pale 

    A                 F#m    D 
She said, There is no reason 
                          Bm   E7 
and the truth is plain to see. 
      E                   C#m          E7  A 
But I wandered through my playing cards 
                      F#m   D 
and would not let her be 
                      Bm      E7 
one of sixteen vestal virgins 
         E               C#m   E7  A 
who were leaving for the coast 
                          F#m   D 
and although my eyes were open 
                                  Bm 
they might have just as well been closed 

E7  E  E7 A    E    F#m    D 
And so it was  that later 
                       Bm   E7 
as the miller told his tale 
         E        E7         C#m     E 
that her face, at first just ghostly, 
         A     D          A   E7  
turned a whiter  shade of pale 
A F#m D Bm E C#m E A D E 

E7  E  E7 A    E    F#m    D 
And so it was  that later 
                       Bm   E7 
as the miller told his tale 
         E        E7         C#m     E 
that her face, at first just ghostly, 
         A     D          A   E7  
turned a whiter  shade of pale 

A F#m D Bm E C#m E A D E . . .