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 



(Repeat *) 



Now I have children of my own 

They asked their mother what will I be 

Will I be handsome, will I be rich 

I tell them tenderly 



(Repeat *)