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 futures not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be, will be
When I was just a child in school
I asked my teacher what should I try
Should I paint pictures, should I sing songs
Here was her wise reply
Que sera sera
Whatever 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 sweatheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows day after day?
Here's what my sweatheart said
Que sera sera
Whatever will be, will be
The futures 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 futures not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be, will be
Que sera sera
