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 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
Que Sera, Sera