Que sera, sera

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 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