Whatever Wll 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 is not ours to see.
Que Sera Sera,
What will be, will be.
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my sweet-heart, what lies ahead,
Will we have rainbows day after day?
Here´s what my sweet-heart said.
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 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,
What will be, will be.
Que Sera Sera,
Writer/s: Jay Livingston / Ray Evans