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