When I was just a
little girl, I asked my mother what will
I be?
Would I be pretty, would 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?
Here's what my sweetheart said:
Que sera sera, What ever 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?
Would I be handsome, would I be
rich?
I tell them tenderly:
Que sera sera, What ever will be,
will be,
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera sera, What will be, will be.