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 was young, I 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