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