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 and fell in love
I asked my lover what will I be
Will I be rich, day after day
Here's what my lover 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