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
Que sera sera...