When I was just a little girl
I asked
mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to
:
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not *
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
have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said:
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not *
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
tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not *
, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be
