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 sweetheart, what lies ahead,

will we have rainbows

day after day?

Guess what my sweetheart said:



que sera, sera,

whatever wil 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.