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 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 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

What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mother what will I be

Will I be pretty, 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.

Que sera, Que sera