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 furture'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 furture's not ours to see

Que sera sera

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my lover
What will I be

Will I have rainbows
Day after day

Here's what my lover said
Que sera sera

Whatever will be will be

The furture's not ours to see

Que sera sera

Que sera sera

Whatever will be will be

The furture's not ours to see

Que sera sera

The furture's not ours to see

Que sera sera