Not quite snow as in White Christmas
Dreich, Dreich, Dreich,
Dreich
It won't be long before we'll all be there with dreich
Dreich
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with Dreich
Dreich
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of dreich
Dreich
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of dreich
Where it's dreiching
All winter through
That's where I want to be
Dreichball throwing
That's what I'll do
How I'm longing to ski
Through the dreich-ch-ch-ch-ch