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...