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.
When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teacher what should I try.
Should I paint pictures?
Should I sing songs?
This was her wise reply:
Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead.
Will there be rainbows day after day?
Here’s what my sweetheart said:
Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.
Que sera, sera...