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 asked 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