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 do
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