The Isle Of Dreams

by Jeff Johnson

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Centering on the longing that results from true faith in God, Johnson weaves images of a Viking ship, the Uffington White Horse, Shakespeare's Prospero, Milton's "Comus," Tennyson's poetry with C.S.Lewis' "Pilgrim's Regress."

Featuring –
Jeff Johnson: Keys & voice
Dave Hagelganz: Tenor saxophone
Brian Willis: Drums
Roger Hadley: Cymbals
Rick Crittenden: Bass
Derri Daugherty: Guitars
Roger Hadley: Percussion
Lynn Skinner: Voice
Danny O'Hanlon: Guitar

Introduction –
In Northern Europe, entire Viking ships have been discovered buried in the ground. I saw one once in Denmark. One needs a ship to get to an island unless he can walk on water like Jesus did.

I've also seen the image of a horse carved out in the chalk-white hills of southern England. For many years that horse has roamed like I imagine the poet, Tennyson once roamed the Isle of Wight.

Like Prospero on his island, I have followed the great conversation in books that I've read and I may be wiser for it. But deep down, my heart still quivers when I walk along the seashore. For the older I get, the more vulnerable I feel towards the crashing waves.

Yet it is only a matter of time until I can go to where my heart longs to go. In my dreams, it is an island that I go to and, by God's grace, I will land there someday. – Jeff Johnson


Music Review –

The resulting sound is inordinately rich, with a three-dimensional feel. Johnson has succeeded again, with one of his best projects since Fallen Splendor or Icons. – True Tunes

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released October 15, 1994

Produced, engineered & mixed by Jeff Johnson at The Ark / Tigard, Oregon.

Mastered by John Golden Mastering
www.goldenmastering.com

℗ 1994 Ark Records, Inc. / ArkMusic
Music & lyrics by Jeff Johnson except "The Great Conversation" by Jeff Johnson, Dave Hagelganz & Rick Crittenden.
© 1994 Sola Scriptura Songs (BMI)
Administered by musicservices.org)
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Cover art by David Hastings © 1994
Design by Court Patton (www.pattonbros.com)

Thanks to all of the musicians who contributed so significantly to this recording; to David Hastings, Court Patton and Tom Gulotta; to my brother Bret, who has coined the phrase, "It takes money to lose money."; and last, but not least, Susie and Hailey.

Dedicated to my friend, Sandy Simpson, who grew up on an island, now lives on an island, but still dreams of the same island that I dream of.

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ArkMusic recording artist, composer, producer, and Selah worship leader has released numerous solo recordings along with collaborations with Irish flutist, Brian Dunning inspired by Stephen Lawhead's novels and guitarist, Phil Keaggy. View Jeff's complete discography here: www.selahservice.com/2015/05/jeff-johnsons-arkmusic-discography/ ... more

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Track Name: Prayer
Prayer
By Jeff Johnson

Down in the ground, there is buried a ship,
Wonderfully made to behold,
Lost in my prayers, I have sailed it away,
Out through this window I hold my heart's longings,
And carry them into the clouds above,
I fly away.

How blessed is the soul,
Which hopes and dreams in you,
Who made the sky and earth,
The sea and all within.

How grateful is the one,
Whose heart is helped by him,
Who set the prisoner free,
And made the blind man see.

Over the waters a wild goose has flown,
Pulling my ship full of longings,
Crossing the deep made of darkness and doubt,
Onto the isle of dreams I have landed –

And hidden by heart in it's caverns of mercy.
(I need your caverns of mercy.)
I've laid down my soul there to sleep.
(I lay my soul to sleep tonight.)

Oh, if I had faith, I would walk to that island,
(I'd walk out onto the water.)
Yet, someday I pray that I'll fly,
By your mercy, I'll fly ...

How blessed is the soul that hopes and dreams in you!
Track Name: Quiver
Quiver
By Jeff Johnson

The cycle continues,
As the waves keep on crashing in,
While the ground that I'm walking on quivers with each blow.

And a voice from within, longing to be free, cries:
"I can't take this anymore!"

Still the voice from within, longing to be free, cries:
"I can't take this anymore!"

But the cycle continues,
And the waves keep on crashing in,
And this dream that I'm living in –
It quivers.
Track Name: Comus
Comus
By Jeff Johnson with words from the masque by John Milton (1608 - 1674)

Spirit:
To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie,
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up on the broad fields of the sky.

I can fly,
Or I can run,
Quickly to the green earth's end.

And from thence can soar as soon,
to the corners of the moon.
Track Name: Only Time
Only Time
By Jeff Johnson with words* from "Crossing The Bar" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Its only time running like a river,
Running like a chalk-white horse across the hills.
Its only time keeping me from freedom,
Keeping me from sailing out across the sea.

Beyond this rugged shore,
Beyond the sea,
Your Ariel-like voice,
Calls out to me.

Is that the ghost of Tennyson I see,
Or is it just his muse,
Walking across this isle of windswept fields,
And longing to go home?

It says,
"Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I (do) embark." *

Its only time,
(Only time is running,)
Running like a river,
(Like a river flowing.)
Running like a chalk-white horse across the hills.

Its only time,
(Only time is passing,)
Keeping me from freedom,
(Towards a world of freedom.)
Keeping me from sailing out across the sea.

"For though from out our bourne of time and place,
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face,
When I have crossed the bar." *

Its only time running like a river,
Running like a chalk-white horse across the hills.
Its only time keeping me from freedom,
Keeping me from sailing out across the sea.

Only time is running like a river flowing,
Only time is passing towards a world of freedom –
Out across the wide blue sea.
Track Name: Cry
Cry
By Jeff Johnson
Words from "In Memorian A.H.H." by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Behold, we know not anything,
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last–far off–at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.

So runs my dreams; but what am I?
An infant crying in the night;
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.
Track Name: Tear
Tear
By Jeff Johnson with words* from "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

If a tear should fall like a falling star through the evening sky,
Like a thousand years in the eyes of God,
From the eyes of men –
If a tear should fall, let it fall like stars lighting up the sky.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of,
Our lives are rounded with a sleep.
If there is anything I know for sure tonight we will awake.*

If a sparrow dies in the midst of flight,
If a flower fades in the sun's pure light,
But a thousand years in the eyes of God –
Like the cold earth's core burning up like love in a frozen heart.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of,
Our lives are rounded with a sleep.
If there is anything I know for sure tonight we will awake.*