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 futures not ours to see.
Que Sera Sera, What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my lover, what lies ahead, will we have rainbows
day after day?
Guess what my lover said:
Que sera, sera, whatever wil 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.