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...