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,
what ever 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 lover, what lies ahead,
will we have rainbows
day after day?
Guess what my lover said:

que sera, sera,
whatever wil 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.