歌手:Sarah Brightman
专辑:《Gala – The Collection》

We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels
cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out
for more
The room was humming harder
And 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 open
They might just have
well 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