Tuesday, 24 March 2026

[dcab-l] Fred Moore Original: "Old Yellow Moon"

 

Songwriters & Music Lovers:

 

Old Yellow Moon is an original by songwriter Fred Moore, a friend from Philadelphia.

 

I recorded it with jazz musicians from the D.C. area, including 3 former players from the

Danny Gatton Band.  This cut appeared within the Acoustic Jazz CD called Karma

Machine, released in 2013.

 

The following explanation for the “Machine” title appeared within the CD cover, and is still

Applicable to us all:

 

Karma is a universal law: “What goes around comes around”, or the biblically eloquent

“As ye sew, so shall ye reap”. This music is your gift of creative inspiration. In return, give a

gift to one in need: a child, neighbor, or the elderly. This is the album’s purpose and is made

possible only with your commitment. In giving to another now, gifts will return to you!

 

              

 

Jazz Musicians:

 

Paul Wingo           Guitar

John Previti           Bass

Ed Schaeffer         Vocal

Dan Cassidy          Violin

Bob Sykes             Piano

Scott Taylor           Drums

 

Words below.  To listen, click:  http://rattlesnakehill.org/Web_Music/edsmusic.html

 

Ed


                     Old Yellow Moon

                            Fred Moore

          Old Yellow Moon I've watched it climbin'

          Night after night through the pines

          Full to be soon I've watched it shinnin'

          Brighter each night as it climbs

          Whippoorwill sings a song so lonesome

          Must be like me nowhere to go

          Nighthawks will feast on a whippoorwill's bones some

          If a whippoorwill flies under Yellow Moon

 

          Old Yellow Moon it seems so lazy

          Bidin' its time ridin' high

          Floatin' the Loon kinda crazy

          Above the pines passin' by

          Whippoorwill stay you good companion

          Sing me again that lonesome tune

          This night 'n none will lay a hand on

          Neither you nor me under Yellow Moon   

 

          Old Yellow Moon you've caught me sleepin'

          Out through the pines there you go

          On others doin's you'll be creepin'

          On folks like us moonshine will glow

          Whippoorwill you were a friend indeed, Sir!

          And now you sleep until the dawn

          Nighthawks will feast on other feed, Sir!

          You 'n I were safe under Yellow Moon

 

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