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 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?"
Guess what my sweeheart 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