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,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.

There 's a song
That I sing
All the winter summer spring
Da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my lover, What will I be?
Will I be rainbows
Day after day?
Here's what my he 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.

There 's a song
That I sing
All the winter summer spring
Da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da


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