Que Sera Sera
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, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have 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
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
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
Writer/s: Jay Livingston, Ray Evans
