Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Martyn Ford
Conductor
David Bell
Organ
London Symphony Orchestra
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Fisher
Songwriter
Keith Reid
Composer
Gary Brooker
Composer
Martyn Ford
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Jarratt
Producer
Don Reedman
Producer
Lyrics
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
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 opened
They might just as well be 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
Writer(s): Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com