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,
When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart,
What lies ahead?
Will there be 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,
Now I have children of my own.
They ask their mother,
What will they be?
Will I paint pictures? Will I write books?
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.