Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

Nick Garrie


When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome?
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
 
Then I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead
Will we have moonbeams
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
 
Now I have children of my own
They ask their father 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