NARRATOR:   Behold the man, the stranger, the working man's son   He reflected the mountain   Now all souls can see what's been done      And the word spread fast as wild fire   But the people changed as the wind swept higher   And the crowd's got huge, man, you should've seen the choir      And in two years he made the cover of Time   The albino priest with the psychic mind   "You wanna see Mr. Snow you better get in line"      He might've been fine - He might've got through it OK   If not for the girl, when he saw her I guess everything changed      And the loose in him wound up tight   And the flanks all faded in the failing light   And the needy people seemed an oversight      He knew about things he couldn't know   He knew about people and he told them so   But until he touched her he didn't know - She let him know