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

what ever 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?"

Guess what my sweeheart 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