We'll skip a line, find and go Turn cartwheels across the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flowed in When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray Oh, it was later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first, is ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, there is no reason And the truth is plain to see As I wandered through my playing cards I could not let her be One of sixteen festal virgins Who were leaving for the coast Under load, my eyes were open Am I just as well been closed Oh, it was later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first, is ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale Oh, it was later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first, is ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale