Que Sera

When I was justa little girl

I asked my mother

What will be?

Will I be prettywill I be rich?

“Que sera sera

Whaterer will be will be

The future’s not ours to see

Quesera sera

What will be will be”

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart

What lies ahead?

Will we have rainbowsday afterday?

“Que sear sear

Whaterer will be will be

The future’s not ours to see

Quesera sera

What will be will be”

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mother

What will be?

Will I be handsome Will I be rich?

I tell them tenderly:

“Que sear sear

Whaterer will be will be

The future’s not ours to see

Quesera sera

What will be will be”

Quesera sera