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
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
whatever will be, will be
the future's
not ours to see
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
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
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
whatever will be, will be
the future's
not ours to see
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
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
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
whatever will be, will be
the future's
not ours to see
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
What will be, will be
QuŽ ser‡, ser‡
