When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, What will I be ?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my sweetheart, What lies ahead ?
Will we have rainbows
day after day ?
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que sera, sera
whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be
Now I have children of my own,
They ask their mother, What will I be
Will I be handsome ?
Will I be rich ?
I tell them tenderly
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
hmmmm great song....